Webster's face twisted with disgust as he stared at the gaudy clothes scattered around the room. Some still had price tags dangling from them, making his stomach turn.
"Clear out every last piece of this garbage. I want it gone—as far from here as possible. From this moment on, nothing in this house should remind me of her," he snapped, his voice cutting through the silence.
The staff knew exactly who "her" meant. Without a moment's hesitation, they scrambled to collect anything connected to Jill, hauling it all outside in frantic haste.
Once they'd stripped the room bare, the servants had barely caught their breath when Webster barked another order. "Put this room back exactly how it was when Sallie lived here. Bring back everything that belonged to her."
'When Sallie returns, she'll see how genuine our remorse is, how much we value her. Maybe then our family can heal,' he thought desperately.
The staff exchanged uncertain glances, hesitation written across their faces.
