Rosemary's eyes widened in surprise. Did she actually have an aunt she didn't know about?
She watched as Mr. Elliot turned a shade of tomato red, the veins in his neck bulging, his eyes about to roll back in his head from the chokehold.
"Enough," Bard's voice cut through the tension like a knife.
He needed to know where his wife was.
How could she possibly be alive?
After all, they had combed through every inch of the land with no trace to be found.
As his henchman released his grip, Mr. Elliot gasped for air, taking a while to catch his breath before he managed to speak.
"Sir, your wife fell off the cliff that year, and the sea was below. Sir, you had men searching the waters for over a month, but we never found her body. The truth is, she didn't fall into the sea, but onto a tree. She was badly injured and unconscious, and I took her to Alexander's place."
Hearing this, Bard shot to his feet and ordered the basement door to be flung open.
