Elara strode past the grandeur of the estate with tunnel vision, not even noticing Mrs. Holloway and Angela in the sitting room. Their conversation faded behind her as she climbed the stairs seeking solace.
Mrs. Holloway watched Elara disappear, concern creasing her brow. "What happened to my dear daughter-in-law? She looks so distressed."
She rounded on Vincent. "What did you do? I swear I'll disown you, my son or not, if you harmed that girl..."
Vincent held up a weary hand. "This trouble was not my making. Elara learned difficult truths about her...or rather lack of...Morgan lineage tonight."
"What?" Angela and Mrs. Holloway gasped together.
"I shouldn't discuss details without her consent," Vincent replied. "Just know the foundations of her identity have crumbled. She needs time."
"My poor sister!" Angela cried. "First thing tomorrow I'm taking her shopping, she clearly needs cheering..."
