After waiting for a short while, Delphine heard the old butler's voice in the adjoining hall: "The young master is back."
"Where is she?" A man's voice carried an undeniable anger.
The door to the studio was ajar. Ignatius pushed it open, letting the light from the adjoining hall and the glow from outside spill in, alternating shadows and light within the room.
Delphine sat inside the studio, gazing at the paintings, her posture rigid and straight, without turning around.
Ignatius stepped forward and gripped her slender arm fiercely, his brows furrowed in frustration as he said, "I told you I'd explain, Delphine Carter. You retaliating against me by sacrificing yourself—you really are something else."
Her arm ached from his grasp, but Delphine raised her eyes and replied faintly, "How do you know it wasn't Melody who arranged for someone to assault her?"
