Chapter 22 Too Much Of A Martyr

"Sister!"

Freyr called, worry painted upon his face. He had been standing at the threshold of the manor and waiting for them to come home after the live broadcast had been cut, his fingernails probably dull and uneven from the nail-biting habit of his, fuelled further by his anxiety. When the black cars finally entered the gates he cannot help but to almost jump on his place, and was alarmed by her state. She had the expression of a drained person, her shoulders were shrugged and she even required Sebastian's assistance while walking. She looked defeated—the confidence in her died out from the day alone. She was a fierce woman facing Anastasia in the morning, he feared her at most. But now..he was guilty for her pain. Pity that she had to do all of that because of his mess, and even her private work in London is being slandered for all he knows, she worked herself to the bone.