Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 559

**When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You by Aurelia Novel 559**

**Chapter 559**

Diana felt a jolt of tension shoot through her body as the maid’s words hung in the air, heavy with implication. She spun around, her heart racing. “Where did it come from?” she demanded, her voice sharp, slicing through the silence of the room.

“Downstairs!” The maid’s voice quivered, her anxiety palpable. “With everything at stake for my son, I couldn’t keep quiet any longer. I was on the third floor in Ms. Megan’s room, waiting for her to return. When she finally came up from the banquet hall, she already had the hair sample she wanted me to switch.”

Diana’s brow furrowed, her mind racing with possibilities. “You’re certain?” she pressed, searching the maid’s eyes for any hint of doubt.

“I’m absolutely certain,” the maid replied, her voice steady now, bolstered by the urgency of the situation.

The clarity of the maid’s response ignited a spark of hope within Diana. She was inching closer to uncovering Vee’s whereabouts, and with each revelation, her determination solidified.

The memory of that fateful night flooded her mind. Leon had picked up the hair sample, and shortly after, Megan had concocted a flimsy excuse to retreat to her room. It must have been during that brief interlude when she handed off the switched sample to Gilda.

Eager to validate her story, Gilda fumbled with her phone, her fingers trembling as she navigated to a message. “Ms. Hutton, look at this. Ms. Megan sent me this right before handing over the sample. I had just stepped out of the room when she rushed up the stairs.”

Diana’s frustration mounted as she realized the estate’s surveillance only covered the guest areas near the banquet hall. The private living spaces remained shrouded in darkness, devoid of any watchful cameras. She felt a dull ache forming behind her eyes, a nagging sensation that she was overlooking something critical.

Just then, a soft knock interrupted her thoughts. The butler stepped into the room, his expression polite yet slightly apprehensive. “Ms. Hutton, your grandfather has returned. He would like to know if you are staying for dinner.”

Diana paused, her mind still swirling with the implications of the maid’s revelations. Dinner felt trivial in the face of the storm brewing within her. But she knew she couldn’t ignore her grandfather’s presence; he was a pillar of support, even amidst her turmoil.

“Tell him I’ll be down shortly,” she replied, her voice steadier than she felt. As the butler nodded and exited, Diana took a deep breath, bracing herself for the evening ahead.