“You stupid fool.”
Alistair Windsor’s voice thundered across the room.
Declan stood quietly in the middle of the large foyer while his father lashed into him.
“How hard is it to protect one woman? How hard?!” his father roared.
“Alistair…” his mother called quietly.
They had spoken to Elysia’s mother only a few minutes ago.
Eleanor had hoped Elysia was with her mother. That she had left the house and gone there before the fire broke out.
But the call hadn't gone the way they'd hoped.
The media outlets had already carried news of the fire, and they couldn't imagine what would happen if they got wind that their daughter-in-law had gone missing in the fire when everyone else had made it out.
“It’s not like I set fire to my own house, Father,” Declan retorted.
That seemed to infuriat
