Adam Walker clenched his injured fingers, turning his face away with an apologetic look.
"Ivana... I... I'm very sorry." he apologized.
With furrowed brows, she met his gaze, observing his eyes, which were lighter than those of the average person and shimmered with a golden sheen in the sunlight.
Ivana Bennett was taken aback.
"Uncle Walker, you..."
"Ivana," Logan Bennett bent down to pick up the bloodied knife from the ground, "go downstairs and check on the Grand Duchess."
Ivana Bennett nodded gently, "Okay."
Glancing at Adam Walker with concern, she turned and went downstairs.
Putting the knife back into its sheath, Logan Bennett took out a handkerchief and walked over, supporting Adam Walker's palm.
"Byron..." Adam Walker pulled back his hand, "I'm sorry!"
Logan Bennett grabbed his hand back, quickly bandaged the wound with the handkerchief, then grasped Walker's collar with his other hand and swung a punch at him.
