"Are you Rose?"
Bard hadn't expected the girl standing in front of him to be even more charming than the picture. Her eyes were clear and vibrant, and her features bore a slight resemblance to his sister, Louisa, but she had a more refined air about her. Her refreshing aura was like a breath of fresh air.
"Uncle Bard?"
Bard smiled gently. "Yes, I'm your uncle."
Rosemary smiled. "Hello, Uncle Bard."
"Hello." Bard's voice was soft, as if he were talking to a young child. "I noticed no one was getting off the plane, so I came to check."
As he said this, he looked at the woman on the couch. "What happened to her?"
"Sudden heart attack, but she's okay now."
"Sir," Marcia, who had been standing nearby, rose to her feet and greeted him respectfully. "I work for the Collins family. Thank God Ms. Collins was here; we would have had a crash otherwise!"
She briefly explained what had happened, and just by her description, one could imagine the dreadful scene.
