CHAPTER TWO: THE WHITE GLOVES
Mr. Harrow did not move.
Eleanor’s voice sharpened. “Call the police and end this.”
“No,” Adrian said. “We watch the footage first.”
He carried Iris’s display unit to the coffee table and entered the administrator code. The room fell silent as the screen loaded recordings from the previous night.
At 10:39 p.m., the library appeared in grainy black-and-white video. Eleanor’s jewelry cabinet stood against the far wall. A figure entered, opened it, and removed the black velvet box containing the pearls.
The camera did not capture the person’s face.
It captured a black sleeve and a white-gloved hand.
Everyone turned toward Mr. Harrow.
The old butler stared at the screen.
Adrian’s voice was low. “Take off your gloves.”
Mr. Harrow slowly obeyed.
Eleanor stepped between them. “Half the staff owns gloves.”
“But only one staff member knows the cabinet code,” Adrian replied. “Lillian doesn’t. Mr. Harrow does.”
Lillian looked at the man who had worked beside her every day. “Why?”
His shoulders collapsed.
“Because Mrs. Vale ordered me to.”
Eleanor’s face hardened. “Be careful.”
“I have protected this family’s reputation for thirty years,” he said. “Even when you asked me to do things I knew were wrong.”
Adrian stared at his mother. “What did you ask him to do?”
Mr. Harrow explained that Eleanor had ordered him to remove the necklace and hide it in Lillian’s dresser. She promised enough money to cover his wife’s medical treatment and threatened to cancel his pension if he refused.
Eleanor scoffed. “He is trying to save himself.”
Mr. Harrow placed his phone on the table.
“I saved your messages.”
The recordings were brief but unmistakable. Eleanor instructed him where to place the necklace and when to bring Adrian into Lillian’s room. In the final message, she said, “Once she is gone, Sophie will stop clinging to her, and Adrian will remember who his real family is.”
Sophie looked at her grandmother. “You wanted Lillian to leave?”
“I wanted you raised properly.”
“She raised me when you wouldn’t even listen to me.”
The words struck harder than the slap.
Adrian turned to Lillian, ashamed that his mother’s certainty had made him hesitate.
“I should have believed you immediately.”
“You should have asked for the truth before allowing anyone to treat me like I was less than human,” Lillian answered.
“You’re right.”
Eleanor reached for her handbag.
“You will regret choosing an employee over your mother.”
Adrian stepped in front of the door.
“I am choosing my daughter, the truth, and the dignity of everyone who works in this house. Return your keys and leave tonight.”
Then he faced Mr. Harrow.
“You will cooperate with the investigation. Being pressured explains your choice. It does not erase it.”
Mr. Harrow bowed his head.
Sophie took the pearl necklace from the table and held it out to Eleanor.
“These don’t make you important,” she said. “How you treat people does.”
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Eleanor accepted the necklace without a word.
For once, she had no command left to give.
