Given the housekeeper's job of greeting the guests, which obviously required the young redhead to interact with the doors, it was rather natural for Grace to put the blame on the maid. Apparently, Rikkie had nothing to do with the sudden noncompliance of the door, however. Not being a physically imposing woman, she certainly wouldn't be trying to kick it down. So, Grace pulled her fingers off the handle. "Should be unlocked?" Her golden brows knitted, she repeated after the girl. "I don't care about shoulds and coulds, Rikkie." Her eyes pierced through the housekeeper, finding her assistant behind the girl slightly shaking her head. "If I want something open in this house," ignoring Audrey's nonverbal advice, Grace continued to glare at the redhead, "it'd better open." She expressed. In a way, it was how she liked things in her bedroom as well.<br/><br/>If this wasn't merely a malfunction, Karl was the next name on her list of suspects for a jammed front door. After all, she had specifically wanted him there to perturb the guests if they were to feel overly cheerful about her father's will. It could be one of his tricks, she thought. It wasn't he who approached her, but her brother. She suspected Greg found some kind of joy in her frustration. Thus, it wasn't a surprise that her apparent irritation had managed to tug him away from his precious books. "What barometric pressure? It's just a bloody door, Greg." To allow him to try, she pulled herself back. In this case, being stronger than her didn't lead to a different outcome as her brother too failed to open the door. It was an inconvenience, yes. But she wouldn't dwell on it.<br/><br/>"Whom I choose to wear out is none of your concern." In her own way, she responded to the implications. When she turned around, she was about to head to the parlour. Justina didn't look quite well, however, which seemed to be an infinitely more important situation than having a stuck door. Perhaps, she should have just let her sit in the study. Or shouldn't have brought her there in the first place. For a moment, she stood still, assessing the situation. "What's wrong?" Although she didn't exactly love her guests, they were still her responsibility while she remained the lady of the house. Her name was not Rikkie, but Grace walked towards the young woman all the same, hoping that wouldn't be the day she gave birth. "Alright. Alright." Putting an arm around Justina's waist, she helped her walk. Thankfully, her touch wasn't as sharp as her personality. "The hospital isn't that far." Grace claimed, which wasn't exactly correct. "Audrey, get a glass of water, will you?" While leading the young woman to the nearest sofa, which was in the parlour, Grace asked.<br/><br/>Complying with her boss' request, Audrey was quick to walk into the kitchen. While pouring a glass of water though, she found herself staring at the door in the kitchen as it slowly swung open. Cold air rushed into the room. Some of the doors in the mansion were rather old and made quite a lot of noise. Audrey looked up at the ceiling, trying to listen to the creaking that seemed to be coming from above. After opening, the door in the kitchen came to a stop, like the rest of the doors upstairs. A sharp bang came from the floor above. "Ah!" And more followed suit. One after the other, the upstairs doors slammed themselves shut.