Chapter 68 - - 68 : You have no choice
It's been a few days since Bill Remmer had been taken in by the police. Leyla had gone earlier to meet with the lawyer at the law office. And now, she was heading home with a dejected spirit.
"Oh Leyla, you're back!" Mrs. Mona greeted her as soon as she arrived. She had been pacing worriedly in front of their cabin for quite a while before Leyla arrived. "How was the meeting? Did you meet the lawyer yet? What did he say?" she quickly inquired of the young woman.
But Leyla couldn't speak coherently, too stuck in the endless reminder that there was nothing she could do for Bill. She only shook her head, which made the small glimmer of hope in Mrs. Mona's eyes disappear.
The servants up in Arvis had helped raise some funds to free Bill, giving her the money they've gathered from time to time to help her pay for the lawyer without her knowledge. Leyla could do nothing but receive them with gratitude, feeling her heart about to burst with their show of care and concern for both of them.
But what good was the money when even the lawyer told her the evidence gathered was stacked against Bill?
"Oh dear." Mrs. Mona gasped, "You know I heard that Madam Norma was ready to drop the charges, but Madam Elysee felt different and wanted him to suffer for what he's done. But it was only an accident, she could have afforded to forgive him." Mrs. Mona informed her.
Leyla gulped down her infocus, before turning towards the missus.
"Should I, perhaps, speak with Madam Elysee then?" she asked softly, but Mrs. Mona only smiled sadly at the suggestion.
"I think the better course of action is to see the Duke instead." Mrs. Mona suggested, "You see I heard Madams Norma and Elysee couldn't agree on what to do, so they left the final decision to the young duke." she explained.
At the news Leyla felt herself grow dizzy. Mrs. Mona immediately reached out to steady her back onto her feet, gently escorting her back inside their cabin to get her to sit.
"Don't worry Leyla, I'm certain the Duke will be more gracious than his mother." Mrs. Mona comforted her, "There's still hope yet." She patted her petite shoulders softly, rubbing her palms up and down the frail woman to warm her up a little before walking around the fireplace to light some fire.