The arrival of Lord August MontClair cast a cloud of uneasiness over the chaotic scene. Even as Florence's relentless assault on Sylvette came to an abrupt halt, the air remained thick with tension, Sylvette's cries of pain reverberating against the walls of the grand estate. Florence who had snapped out of her violent haze, now seemed to realize her mistake.
Lord August's stern gaze swept over the scene, his expression unreadable as he demanded answers from those present. "I said, what is happening here? Can somebody speak? Camille?" His voice, authoritative and commanding, brooked no room for evasion or excuses.
Lady Camille MontClair, standing by her husband's side, felt a surge of unease wash over her as she struggled to find the right words. Her eyes flickered with uncertainty as she glanced at Lord August, a silent plea for guidance in the face of unexpected turmoil.
