Burn Me Once, Burn With Me novel Chapter 320

Morgan’s cold voice cut her off.

As his merciless words landed, Gennifer was left listening to nothing but the dull beep of a disconnected call. For a moment, she just sat there, her expression frozen, before she snapped back to reality, gritting her teeth and tossing her phone aside.

With Morgan stepping in to handle the crisis, Gennifer finally let herself relax, but the anxiety still gnawed at her. Not quite at ease, she dialed the housekeeper at Northridge Manor.

She hadn’t even managed to voice her threat before a man’s icy tone came through the receiver: “Who is this?”

Startled, Gennifer immediately hung up.

The housekeeper, quick on her feet, deleted the call record and braced herself as Cassian’s sharp gaze landed on her. A sheen of nervous sweat broke out on her forehead.

But remembering the warnings she’d received earlier, she forced a sycophantic smile and bit the bullet. “Prank call,” she muttered, wringing her hands, clearly ill at ease. “Mr. Veyne, is there something you need from me?”

Cassian’s steely eyes swept over the phone clenched in her hand before settling on her face.

Bennett stepped forward, holding a tablet up so she could see. On the screen was footage from a security camera: her own figure, standing beneath it, and a shadowy, shifty-eyed stranger loitering nearby.

“Do you know the person in this footage?”

He tapped the screen, voice unreadable.

One glance was all it took—the housekeeper recoiled as if shocked, head bowed, shaking it over and over. “Yes, I know them,” she whispered.

Cassian narrowed his eyes. Bennett glanced at him, surprise flickering in his gaze; clearly, he’d expected her to deny it a bit longer.

“Alright then, what were you meeting about? Or should I say, what exactly were you discussing?”

Two piercing stares bore into her, and the housekeeper finally caved, biting her lip so hard she nearly drew blood. With a thud, she fell to her knees.

“Mr. Veyne, please punish me. The lady of the house scolded me earlier; I took it to heart, held a grudge, and so I contacted outsiders, wanting to get back at Miss Mira.”

“What did he give you?”

Cassian’s eyes and voice went cold as ice.

“A—a small packet of salt. He said if the child ate even a little—”

Her voice trailed off. She cast a nervous glance at Cassian, and sure enough, his face was thunderous. She shrank back, too afraid to finish.

The next moment, Bennett’s hand shot out, veins standing out with fury, and dragged her up to her feet. She looked up in terror, meeting his blazing glare.

“You were hired as Miss Mira’s housekeeper—a caretaker! And yet you’d hurt her just because of your own petty grudges?”

When the door swung open, the officer in charge—a man with a collection of medals on his chest—gave Cassian a respectful nod. At his silent signal, the officers cuffed the housekeeper and led her away.

Shaken, she was bundled into the car, but there was no wild hysteria—almost as if she’d seen it coming all along.

Cassian’s gaze followed the police car as it disappeared down the drive, his eyes darkening.

Pressing his lips into a thin line, he turned to find Bennett fuming, muttering under his breath, “She must be insane, doing something so vile to Miss Mira! Looks so harmless on the outside, but inside—so twisted, so jealous.”

Cassian shot him a cold look, shutting him up at once.

Northridge Manor slipped back into uneasy silence. Cassian didn’t head to the office; instead, he made his way straight to the hospital where Ruby and Mira were staying.

“How’s the recovery going?” he asked as he pushed open the door, setting a fresh bouquet on Ruby’s bedside table like it was second nature.

Ruby’s earlier smile faded, her eyes flicking over him before she looked away.

The room fell quiet, thick with tension. The only sound was Mira, noisily drinking her formula.

With Mira still recovering from her injuries, Ruby had insisted on giving her something gentler on the stomach than porridge—formula milk, easy to digest.