Third Person POV
"I know you're angry but..." Evelyn Stockland began to say, her hands held out in surrender, her eyes wide as she began to beseech Edgar Rosethorn, her tone as soothing as she could possibly make it.
"Angry?" Edgar Rosethorn snarled "angry? You have no idea how bloody angry I am" he snapped as Evelyn Stockland took a wary step back from him "your daughter left me standing at the altar like a f*****g i***t" he roared, throwing a glass and shattering it by her feet as she let out a cry of alarm "and you swore to me that you would find her. It's been over a month and there's still no sign of her" he said, his chest heaving up and down, his eyes flashing as he glared between all three of the Stocklands that stood there facing his wrath.
"We've had our people searching for
