Gradually, the empty corridor where Phillip's room stood was filled with people who were de Lara's servants. But they did not dare to approach closer and they retreated when they saw their master appeared from the end of corridor.
"Oh, John…" Camille cried out, shielding her crying daughter in her arms as she found who came after them. "My daughter…" Camille sobbed, unable to finish her words.
"Can you explain me what has happened, Phillip?" The Duke asked in a calm tone despite the chaotic atmosphere, approaching his disheveled looking son who lean leisurely with his back against the headboard as if not affected by the commotion that was caused by him.
