Chapter 5 - THE ROOM BENEATH THE CELLAR
Adrien ordered the cellar opened at 4:30 p.m.
No one argued.
The iron door had been welded shut and painted to resemble part of the stone foundation. When the workers removed the outer panel, they discovered a second door behind it, secured with a modern electronic lock.
Lucian arrived before they could cut through it.
“You can't do this,” he said.
Adrien didn't look at him.
“Why not?”
“Because the cellar is structurally unstable.”
“Then you won't mind if engineers inspect it.”
Lucian glanced at the workers.
“You're making a mistake.”
Adrien finally faced him.
“That's what people say when they're afraid someone will discover the truth.”
The lock was cut open.
Behind it lay a narrow staircase descending into darkness.
The air smelled of dust, damp stone, and something metallic.
Evelyn stood at the top of the stairs with Margaret and the triplets' nanny. Adrien had insisted that she remain behind, but the children had refused to let her leave.
So she had made him a bargain.
She would stay where he could see her, and he would stop pretending that keeping her safe meant keeping her uninformed.
They descended together.
At the bottom of the staircase, the passage opened into a small room.
There were no bodies.
No bloodstains.
No dramatic evidence of the crimes Margaret had described.
Instead, there was a desk, a narrow bed, a metal cabinet, and a wall covered with children's drawings.
Three drawings were identical.
A woman standing behind glass.
Three small figures on the other side.
And a black bird above the woman's head.
Evelyn's throat tightened.
“This was where they were kept?”
Margaret nodded.
“Not always. Your father-in-law used the room for meetings. Later, Lucian had it renovated.”
Adrien opened the cabinet.
Inside were folders containing medical reports, photographs, and financial ledgers. Many bore the names of children who had been recorded as stillborn, adopted, or transferred to other facilities.
One folder contained the triplets' names.
Their medical records had been altered.
A handwritten note was attached to the final page.
Speech suppression protocol successful. Emotional triggers remain.
Adrien read the words twice.
Then he turned toward Margaret.
“What does this mean?”
She looked sick.
“Your father hired a physician to administer experimental medication to children who witnessed things they shouldn't have witnessed. It was supposed to make them easier to manage.”
Evelyn felt rage rise in her chest.
“You drugged them?”
Margaret shook her head.
“I never did. I tried to stop it. Celeste found the records and demanded that the treatment end.”
Adrien stared at the folder.
“Who administered the medication?”
The next page contained a signature.
Dr. Victor Sloane.
Adrien recognized the name.
Sloane had been the family physician for nearly a decade. After Vittorio died, he had continued treating the triplets until Celeste disappeared.
He had also been the specialist who told Adrien that the children were experiencing trauma-induced mutism.
Adrien's hands tightened around the file.
“He knew.”
“Possibly,” Margaret said. “But the records don't prove who ordered each treatment.”
A metallic click sounded behind them.
The cellar door slammed shut.
Evelyn spun around.
A second later, the lights went out.
The triplets screamed without making a sound.
Adrien pulled Evelyn and the children away from the doorway.
“Matteo!”
No answer.
Then smoke began creeping beneath the door.
Someone had started a fire upstairs.
Adrien found an emergency flashlight and guided the children toward the staircase. The smoke thickened. Evelyn carried the smallest boy while Adrien lifted his daughter.
The oldest boy clung to Evelyn's coat.
Halfway up the stairs, he stopped.
His eyes fixed on a narrow opening behind the wall.
He pointed.
“Here.”
Adrien swung the flashlight toward it.
A small service passage ran behind the stonework, ending at a metal hatch.
They forced it open and crawled through just as the smoke filled the lower room.
The passage emerged into the abandoned chapel.
They stumbled into the courtyard, coughing.
Security personnel rushed toward them.
Matteo appeared moments later, blood running from a cut above his eyebrow.
“Someone disabled the cameras,” he said. “The fire alarm was manually disconnected.”
Adrien looked back at the cellar.
“Where's Lucian?”
No one answered.
The brother who had protested the opening of the room had disappeared.
Inside the chapel, Evelyn wrapped the children in blankets.
The oldest boy sat beside her, shaking.
She stroked his hair gently.
“You're safe.”
He looked up at her.
For a long moment, his lips moved without sound.
Then he whispered a sentence.
“Uncle said Mommy was bad.”
Adrien crouched in front of him.
“What else did Uncle say?”
The boy's eyes filled with tears.
“He said if we told Daddy, Mommy would disappear forever.”
Adrien closed his eyes.
The boy reached for his father's hand.
And then, in a voice so small it barely carried across the chapel, he spoke the words Adrien had prayed to hear for two years.
“Daddy, I tried.”
Adrien fell to his knees.
He pulled his son into his arms and held him while the boy cried.
Evelyn turned away to give them privacy.
But before she could move, the little girl grabbed her sleeve.
She pointed at the chapel's stained-glass window.
Outside, a black sedan was speeding through the estate gates.
Someone had escaped with the files.
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And the person behind the wheel was not Lucian.
It was Margaret Bell.
