"What happened at the stables?" Ignatius Leclair asked grimly, his sharp brows angling into his temples as his icy gaze pierced through the air. His voice was heavy and cold.
"Miss Bessie fell off her horse. They've already called a doctor, but judging by the situation, she'll need to be sent to the hospital. However, there's the engagement party…"
Ignatius strode toward the stables without hesitation, Maximilian hesitated but said nothing.
"Where's Delphine?" Ignatius was consumed with worry, his thoughts chaotic, his rage aimed directly at Jocelyn Yeager.
Back when he had driven Delphine away, he hadn't considered they'd have any future. Though he was furious about the situation between Griffith Squire and Delphine, he knew it was a mess of his own making. But Reginald Yeager—over the years, the man's morals seemed to have gone to the dogs, choosing such petty, conniving ways to stir trouble.
