Something died in Reubon's eyes. Something that always lived in them. It was incredible how big of a difference such a little thing could make.
The sight of her was desolate for sure, but for a man like Reubon to look as though he had pity to spare… That must've meant her state was far worse than she ever believed it to be.
Even his shoulders didn't seem as broad as they looked when he made his entrance.
Instinctively, Arabella tried to shy away, swaying her body a little around and cowering towards the nearest chair which belonged to Cedric, in order to shield her bare front while keeping the pose she was ordered to stay in.
"Sit straight and face your father!" there was not an ounce of warmth in Cedric's tone, "He knows what he made,"
But the young woman's demeanor was too busy crumbling as the tears took over. Her breathing hitched as the sobs she desperately fought to mute escaped her control.
