Lord Emerson’s POV
“What happened?” Dr. Francis asked in a displeased tone, and I didn't know how to respond. How could I tell him that I had scared her with fury?
“Lord Emerson, you have to tell me what happened, and please, the truth,” he demanded in a tone he had never used with me before. By the sound of his voice, I could tell all was not well.
“What is wrong with her?” I asked, completely ignoring his question. He frowned at my words before taking a deep breath. “We should talk in my office.” He didn't allow me to say a word before he began walking towards his office, and I had to follow him, worried and curious about what was going on.
When we got to his office, he took his seat, and I took the seat before him. I looked at him, eager to hear what he had to say, but it seemed he
