Everyone was taken aback by Duke Dalton's words as he approached his daughter, quickly drawing her away from the Crown Prince and advancing towards him. His jewel-blue eyes blazed with anger, and a cold aura emanated around him.
"She was only six when that incident happened, and you all seem to forget this... and blamed a six-year-old child for her mother's death instead of consoling her!"
"Where were you people's concern for my daughter and family then?!"
Alexander's booming voice sent chills through everyone as he shouted, silencing the hall once more, heavy with guilt, while Marchioness Preston bowed her head in embarrassment.
"I admit I was no better, I was so lost in the loss of my wife and finding the murderer that I forgot I had a daughter who was waiting for me at home! Who couldn't sleep at night because she couldn't erase the scene of her mother dying right in front of her!"
