Looking at the clothes on the woman thrown on the floor, Hannah found them very familiar. Her brow furrowed. 'Where have I seen this dress before?'
Then, a realization seemed to strike her. Hannah's eyes widened in horror, and she let out a piercing scream. "AHH!"
'That's my precious daughter! I had that dress custom-made for her. There's no way I could be mistaken!'
Duke Robinson had already been on edge since Lochlan and Nell Knight arrived. When he heard Hannah's scream, his expression grew even darker.
"Hannah, what is all this?"
Hannah shot up from the sofa and stumbled over to Duke Robinson's side, tugging at his sleeve. "Darling, that's Alice! Our daughter!"
Her shrill voice was laced with disbelief and fear.
"What did you say?" Duke Robinson, stunned, grabbed Hannah's arm.
'The person on the floor, her face covered in blood... is my daughter? How is that possible?'
