That meant that she would lose access to him forever.
And she could not afford that.
Yet her father was no fool. She needed to convince him otherwise. But what would she say in her defence? What could she even say?
"My father must be mistaken, Master Hamhut. I will speak with him, but in the meantime, can I take the letters to him instead?"
Hamhut narrowed his eyes at her.
"Nice try, little Lady Whitmore, but I will not lose my position to your whims."
Then he nodded at her and left.
If he was taking it to the drawing room, there was the possibility that Theodore would see the contents of the letters since he was seated very close to her father and he had a strange ability to see upside down.
"That cannot happen." She muttered, wiping away at the sweat beading on her brow.
Before she could think on the matter say further, she had already spun on her heel and began hurrying after Hamhut.
