Aunt Margery led Hawksley to the drawing room.
Mr. Simmons stepped forward. The butler collected all the things Lord Hawksley brought—a large, overly expensive basket of hot house fruits and a bottle of imported wine. Simmons carried them away with a perfectly blank expression, completely hiding his disdain for the man.
Hawksley followed Aunt Margery into the drawing room. He sat down on a velvet chair, resting his hands on the top of his walking stick. His mind was racing. He had been sent to find out if the Hamilton family was faking the injury to delay the wedding.
But he had just seen the weary, serious face of the doctor rushing up the stairs.
Hawksley thought to himself, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked toward the ceiling. "The Duke is really hurt. This is not a trick. The accident was real."
Ines was about to follow them into the drawing room to help her aunt interrogate the man, but she felt a gentle tug on her sleeve.
