Andrea is standing in the center of the room covered in blood. Dried blood is smeared across her face and all over her clothes. She clenches something tightly in her fist and stares determinedly at Lucky, who is growling in the corner.
“Mrs. Hamilton,” a servant screams.
She looks seriously injured, and they wonder how she’s still standing. Leonie is stunned; she can’t believe that Andrea is still alive.
Lance feels a twitching in his heart. He crosses the room and pulls Andrea to him, firmly wrapping his arms around her. Terrified and exhausted, Andrea’s strength gives out and she collapses in Lance’s arms. Lance, frowns deeply, and hurries to check her for wounds.
“Are you hurt?” he asks.
Andrea feels dizzy and Lance’s upset and worried voice seems to come from very far away.
“Is
