At that moment, upon hearing what Grace just said and the sharp direction her words were already heading, Lady Willow seized the opening like a predator smelling blood. Her face hardened, and she raised her voice, layering it with accusation and bitterness as though she had been holding it in all along.
"Yes!" Lady Willow barked, her tone slicing the air like a whip. "Grace is right! Mark, you ought to be ashamed of yourself, standing there acting as though nothing has happened. Do you even understand the weight of this? Stella could have died, Mark died! She fainted right there in front of us. Do you know what that looked like? Do you even care?"
