Count Arthur sighed heavily upon the portrait of the victims that were drawn so explicitly on the newspapers. He didn't particularly have any ties relating him to the slums and nor does he know anyone from the slums, however due to their deaths now his long lost daughter had locked herself for a week. Estelle barely eats, she barely sleep and speak. She didn't even step out from her room and most of the time, the servants told him of how they would hear the sound of soft cries from her room even to the latest of midnight when everyone was mostly asleep.
He folded the newspaper neatly and pushed it aside on his study desk. The concerned housekeeper raised her strictly drawn eyebrows. At the same time, Count Arthur spoke, "Madam Val, is Elle still in her room?"
"Yes, sir," replied Madam Val. Her hair had been made into a bun and covered in a white silk cap. She saw the concerned look on her master's face and spoke out of worry, "Should I call her?"
