Tara Summer shook her head with a smile, "It's okay, I can walk by myself."
Frederick waved his hand, not insisting, and followed alongside Tara Summer as the group slowly entered Villa House.
"The marshal had a military conference today and hasn't returned yet. Knowing that you were coming, he had us prepare the guest room. Mrs. Yancey, please have dinner in the dining room first…" Frederick spoke as he walked, his tone gentle but devoid of any mirth, as if he was in a bad mood.
Tara Summer glanced at him, "Is the butler worried about Emily?"
Frederick was slightly startled, turned his head to look at her, and continued leading the way, "Yes, Doctor Stone, such a good girl, how could she encounter such a thing!?"
The butler sighed deeply, his eyes filled with pain.
