"My Lord, did you hear? Eilika was injured in an explosion," Susan informed him breathlessly, hurrying into the drawing room where Wilfred sat with his morning tea.
"What?" Wilfred jolted, nearly spilling the hot tea over the porcelain saucer. He hastily set the cup onto the table, his face turning pale. "What do you mean she was injured in an explosion? Where? Within the estate?" he demanded in utter shock.
"Yes, My Lord," Susan replied, her voice trembling.
"We must leave at once to check on her. Are the others safe? The Duke and the child?" Wilfred inquired rapidly, turning toward the doorway and shouting at a passing servant to bring his coat immediately.
"Where is Rosaline? She must accompany us," Wilfred added, his anxious gaze already shifting toward the upper staircase.
"She has already departed for the administration center to fulfill her punishment duties," Susan answered, trying to keep her composure.
