He nipped the bud of his schemeing greedy mind and took on a shocked persona. "Dad, wh.. what do you mean? Winter dead? How"? He asked dramatically raising his voice. Pete looked at his son as he struggled to console the now screaming Marylin. White shook his head and leaned back into the wall in an effort to look stunned. Pete stared at his son as he did this. For some reason, he couldn't stop himself from wondering why his son was acting.
He was about to ask loudly when the some servants rushed in. Pete tore his eyes away from White and focused on the servants. He felt irritated by this but knew his irritation was misplaced. "Winter," his wife sobbed in his arms as she let out another crushed scream. Suddenly she went limp. He panicked and called out her name repeatedly but she didn't wake up. "Get the doctor from the basement,"! He commanded as he hurriedly picked his wife up and placed her on the large sofa they had been sitting on.
