Chaos In The Darkness; Salvatores's Salvation-Chapter 195: Home - II

It was a new day, a brand new day to spend the entire day searching for her daughter in the halls of the new house.

Evelyn saw no familiar faces in the new house, which meant that Salvatore had purposely replaced the staff.

But the problem was that she did not even find Marco and Evelyn had expected him to be here.

Marco, the butler, was one of those that had possibly been aware of her running away from New York because he was one of the few people that she could talk to. The other two maids could not speak and were highly disposable so they were not to be worried about.

She roamed into the house like a ghost looking for someone to haunt.

Evelyn opened each door in every room that she could find, just hoping to hear that little giggle that would bring her immense joy and a smile to her face, but every attempt to find her was futile.

"Where would he put her?" Evelyn murmured to herself as she aimlessly roamed around the hallways, once again feeling like a ghost.

Why was her daughter not in the house or any of the guestrooms? She was close, Evelyn would agree but where else could he possibly put Arabella?

She paused in the middle of the hallway. Evelyn had roamed enough in these halls to know the pattern of the house, which is why she turned around and moved to the staircase, descending it and entering the kitchen where the maids and butler were.

"Marco?" She squinted her eyes at the familiar man who appeared to be standing next to the cook. "I thought you were not working here?"

He smiled professionally, "My apologies, Madam, I was not here when you arrived last night. There are two butlers in the house. He is available when I am not."

Her eyebrows shot up.

Evelyn understood that he was rich and a billionaire through and through, but having two butlers just so one of them was always available, was another level of being rich.

"Alright," Evelyn gave him a tight smile, "can you tell me where the servant’s quarters are?"

The servant quarters were her best bet at the moment. Given the nature of the house, it was easy to check every bedroom because they were quite spacious and she had made sure to check each and every one of them at least twice and she had not found anything that could be related remotely to a child.

So the servant’s quarters were the only place where the nanny was living with her baby.

She hoped so.

Marco’s expressions visibly schooled themselves into professionalism and the small smile that he had on his face slipped away.

"Forgive me, Madam," he stopped for a small moment as he formulated his words very carefully. "You want to know where the servant’s quarters are?"

She nodded.

"May I know why?" He questioned while clasping his hands in front of him.

This made Evelyn frown. "Why can I not go there?"

Something hinted at the fact that this questioning of Marco revolved around the orders given to him by the head of the household, the Don.

Salvatore must have asked him to keep an eye out on her, which is why when it came to going to the servant’s quarters, Marco asked her why.

"Why can I not go there?" Evelyn cross-questioned with her arms folded in front of her chest. "What’s it with you?"

Marco, on the contrary, shook his head. "I am concerned because I have been ordered to, Madam. The Don had restricted your entry outside the house."

"Wha—" she silenced herself. That was expected of Salvatore to do.

Evelyn nodded to herself. She had to do this with a calm and collected head, otherwise she was not going to get her daughter.

"I want to go to servant’s quarters just to see something." She wanted to leave it at that, but Evelyn added little bit of detail, "I heard a child cry."

"Really?" Marco frowned. "That should not be the case because I have not employed any women with children. Most of them are the ones that live on their own."

Wait, what?

"So there is no woman that could be housing a child?" Evelyn rushed out in a hurry. "Even their niece or nephew?"

Marco shook his head, "I am afraid not, Madam. Housing children even in the servant’s quarters is not allowed and it can only happen if you or the Don approves of it, which would be a rare case as the Don has set a complete no to the possibility."

Evelyn’s curiosity recoiled back into herself and took a step back.

Salvatore had practically banded children off the property. Even the maids now employed did not have any children and were practically staying in the mansion.

He had made it known that he did not want any kind of children around and it not matter if they were his or not.

Crap, crap, crap.

Her eyes returned to Marco from the kitchen shelves and she noticed the suspicion swimming around in his eyes.

Shit! She had completely forgotten about the fact that Marco was one of the henchman of Salvatore. He was probably trying to take out any kind of home invasion and obviously he was here keeping a track on her.

"I-I mean," Evelyn nervously gulped, but then beat herself mentally for it.

He was looking out for suspicious acts and Evelyn was practically handing them to him.

"I really heard a child cry, Marco," she stressed on her words, as if what she said was true and not only that but she actually appeared to be distressed about it. "They have to be there. Are you sure? Are you sure that there is no maid that is hiding him?" Or her?

His eyebrow cocked up, "I assure you that smuggling a child in this quarters is going to be impossible."

"I don’t think so," she whispered back and suddenly an idea popped in her mind. "I don’t think you’re paying enough attention to it. Because I am sure I know what I heard."

This was a gamble that Evelyn was playing and it was a dangerous one. Marco, if not already, would definitely figure out what she was doing and once he did, this was certainly going to reach the ears of her husband.

And Salvatore was not going to take kindly and his response was going to be anything but polite.

"Are you saying that, for instance, there is a possibility that someone might have brought a child into the servant’s quarters?"

Evelyn nodded firmly.

She needed to see Arabella and if lying about it was the only way to get the girl, then she would surely do it.

"All right then, Madam," he nodded, "If that is what you want, then we shall go and check the servant’s quarters."

Evelyn did some thousands of cartwheels in her mind.

"However," Evelyn stilled. "I would like to make it known that if this does not prove to be true, the Don would be made aware of it immediately."

Evelyn knew exactly what he was doing. Marco was warning her that if her claims were not true, Salvatore was going to hear about it.

But she also highly doubted that warning because Salvatore was going to be made known of everything regardless.

In fact, they must have told him that she was roaming around aimlessly in the hallways, opening every room, checking everywhere.

She might be naive, but Evelyn was not stupid.

Evelyn shrugged, "I know that I heard the voice of a child crying and I am not backing away from the claims, Marco."

Marco leveled his stare with her own before he nodded eventually. "Please follow me, Madam."

When she acknowledged what he had asked, Marco turned around and started walking out of the house.

Following him, Evelyn started to observe everything that she could possibly find in this one trip.

For starters, it was obvious that the servant’s quarters were outside the house.

The moment she stepped out, Evelyn had to control her expressions to not express the shock that she felt.

Every corner of the house had a guard and the others also appeared to be patrolling, meaning that one corner did not just have one guard standing but there was also one guard patrolling around.

And all of them appeared to be armed enough to kill.

There must be snipers around the roof and the surrounding houses. She had no idea who the houses belonged to but if Salvatore wanted to have assassins on someone’s rooftop, then they could not say no.

Entering the servant’s quarters that was much smaller than the house, Marco took the liberty of checking everyone’s room unannounced and he also told the guards to restrain everyone and to stand in the room, so that no one could hide anything.

Evelyn thoroughly searched every room. Arabella was not a child to stay quiet, especially when Evelyn was purposely saying the word clearly, again and again. Her daughter would have definitely spoken up.

All of this only meant one thing, Arabella was not in the house.