Gianna’s eyes burned with a quiet fury, but she stayed silent, her hand gripping her luggage tighter. Dutch sighed, rubbing his temple, the weight of the moment heavy on his shoulders.
The group stood in strained silence, the air thick with unresolved tension, none of them daring to move.
Sir Tower turned to Louisa, his voice stern and final. “You’re not coming along, Louisa.”
Dutch stepped forward, concern in his eyes. “Father, isn’t this a bit much? She just wants to see Amelia.”
Sir Tower shot him a sharp look. “If you’re so keen on having her join, then stay back with her. I won’t have both of you come with me.”
Dutch hesitated, torn between his loyalty to his father and his desire to support Louisa. With a heavy sigh, he relented, turning to follow his father out. Louisa stood th
