Cassel — POV
"Boss… we're very sorry. We couldn't stop young master Cecil."
Everyone stood in a rigid, perfectly straight line, their backs tense, their shoulders stiff, their expressions carved from stone. Shame clung to them like a suffocating fog.
Not a single one of them dared raise their head to meet my eyes.
This was the scene that welcomed us the very second we stepped into the villa.
With Rosalia sleeping peacefully in my arms, her soft breaths brushing my collarbone, I swept my gaze across them.
My silence alone was enough to silence whatever courage they had left.
Only after I gently carried Rosalia to her room—laying her on the bed with care I rarely showed anyone—and pulled the blanket over her, did I turn and head to the living room where everyone had gathered.
The atmosphere was so heavy it felt like the whole house was sinking.
"What happened?" Henry asked finally, unable to hold back when he saw me entering.
