Chapter ThreeEdmund Bryce Worthington was having his morning coffee, gently stirring the creamer and two lumps of sugar in his usual manner, without looking. He was too engrossed in the morning paper. If he'd not been so thorough in his daily reading, he would have missed it altogether. On page four, bottom left, he read that the Charleston attorney Joshua McClellan and his wife Victoria were killed instantly in a fiery crash.
A brief pursing of his lips was the only giveaway of Edmund's smug satisfaction at the news. He now had information about the whereabouts of the last living member of the Landry family, Kate McClellan. It was the deceased man's grandmother who was the cause of his poor excuse of life growing up. All she had to do was marry his father, Lord Worthington, and his and h
