The Sterling family's ancestral home.
The vast living room felt like a sky blanketed in haze, so oppressive it was hard to breathe.
A thick miasma of despair and sorrow hung in the air.
Upon hearing the terrible news, Stella Grayson had cried herself to the brink of collapse.
Holly Sinclair stared numbly at the chaos that had engulfed the Sterling family, sitting on the sofa in stunned silence.
She was eerily quiet, as if it had nothing to do with her.
Some of the Sterling family's servants grumbled to themselves, thinking her cold and heartless. The master had died a violent death, yet she seemed so utterly unmoved.
He might have been her ex-husband, but she should have had some reaction, right?
They say even a short marriage creates a lasting bond. Was all the love she used to have for him just a lie?
Only Wendy Wyatt was terribly worried.
"Holly..."
