Third Person POV
Gerald Stockland cradled his hand, his eyebrows creased as he was in a fine temper. "That b***h is the reason I can no longer use my hand" he cursed as his wife, Evelyn glanced at him sympathetically while secretly glad that it was he that had been hurt by Edgar Rosethorn's thugs and not she. His daughter Summer was scowling, resting on the chaise and eyeing both of her parents with a look of concern on her face.
"Mother, Father, I simply cannot marry a man who would use men to hurt us like that. If he's capable of hurting father," she glanced pointedly at Gerald who stared at her with a scowl on his face, "then what do you think he's capable of doing to me if I don't obey his wishes?" she wailed.
She looked on the verge of breaking into tears again.
Evelyn almost r
