The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 376

NARRATOR

From the moment Freya stepped into the housekeeper’s room, she felt a pang of regret—but it was too late now.

"Sit down, please, sit here," Mrs. Prescott invited her politely, gesturing toward the armchair by the fireplace—conveniently with its back to the bathroom.

"Tell me, how can I help you?" she asked, standing in front of the old woman, pressing her hands together to hide their trembling.

"Well, you submitted the account ledger, and the Duchess instructed me to review it…"

"You? But you’re a nanny—what would you know about accounting? I mean…" The housekeeper caught herself, realizing her rudeness.

Now that she saw the massive book in the old woman’s hands, she remembered another important detail—one that also incriminated her.

"Yes, I’m a nanny, but I was also the administrator of a household for decades. Not as grand as this castle, but there are some very obvious basics," Freya’s tone hardened.

This was precisely why she should have waited for Katherine—but she was insulted by how this thief was trying to pull a fast one on her, right to her face.

"For example, look at these numbers—if all the silverware was replaced last year, why did you make the same expense this year?" Freya stood, pointing at the data in the enormous ledger barely fitting in her hands.

"There were many celebrations. The materials were damaged…"

"Yet, according to the event summary, there were only two discreet gatherings hosted by the Duke for a few ambassadors," Freya flipped to the notes at the back.

She kept pulling out more discrepancies—diverted funds, missing accounts, little fingers dipping into money here and there.

It was obvious Mrs. Prescott had no justification for most of it.

"What happened to the maids’ bonuses? I asked around, and you barely distributed half of what’s recorded here—"

"Oh, enough!" Mrs. Prescott exploded, completely losing her composure. "Why do I have to justify myself to some pathetic old nanny?!"

She shouted in clear fury.

Even the butler never questioned her so much. Too busy with the Duchy’s political affairs, he had entrusted her with full control over the household.

Mrs. Prescott had assumed all her little thefts would remain buried under the Duchess’s inexperience.

"You wanted to frame Her Ladyship for your thefts!" Freya exposed her completely.

She gripped the heavy ledger with rage—this woman was more venomous than a snake.

"And what if I did try to pin it on that idiot mistress of yours? What are you going to do about it, you nosy old hag?"

"I’ll tell the Duchess! You’ll be thrown out for a thief!"

"Not if I can help it!" The housekeeper lunged at her in an instant.

Freya never imagined she would rip off her mask so openly—or that she would physically attack her.

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