Delaney's brow furrowed in confusion.
"The Crown still believes your father intentionally sold the poisoned silk to harm the Queen," Carcel continued, his voice heavy with frustration. "If we take this confession to the House of Lords today, Hawksley and your uncle will hang for murder. But your father will still be termed a criminal. The history books will say that Arthur Kingsley was a traitor who defrauded the Queen, and he was simply murdered by his greedy partners before he could face justice."
Delaney felt a cold, hard knot form in her stomach.
"I see," Delaney replied softly.
She looked toward the large, warm bed. She looked at Rowan's sleeping face. Rowan had promised to clear her family name. He had promised to give her back her identity and her pride. Hanging her uncle would bring her vengeance, but it would not bring her peace. She would still be the disgraced daughter of a traitor. She would never be considered a proper, respectable match for a Duke.
