"What exactly happened?" The question struck across the living room like thunder.
Lady Hort froze.
The change in her expression was immediate.
Her fingers tightened slightly around the edge of her dress, and for several seconds, she said nothing.
That accident had always been a wound buried deep inside her heart, and even after all these years, it had never completely healed.
She had lost almost an entire family that day.
Later, when Sonia entered their lives, Lady Hort had gradually transferred much of the affection she had once held for her daughter-in-law to the young woman.
She had believed that perhaps Sonia could fill some of the emptiness Celine's death had left behind.
But Sonia had also been taken away.
And just like Celine, her loss had left another wound that Lady Hort didn't know how to heal.
What made Sonia's death even more painful was knowing that her own grandson's actions had contributed to the tragedy.
