Duke Walters mansion

Third persons POV.

**Duke Walter's mansion**

In a grand living room that was elegantly decorated with onarments like it was a day of celebration, stood a lady who looked to be in her early 40s as she continued to sob quietly into the broad chest of her husband.

She had been going through thousands of emotions for the past few weeks. She had gone from being shock, to being confused, and then becoming angry to being sad to feeling miserable.

And now all she felt was emptiness, a large hole was dug into her heart, and no matter what she did, she couldn't fill up the emptiness.

"All my life, I thought money could buy anything," the woman complained into the chest of her husband.

And then she classically blew her nose into the rag that was handed to her by a lady that stood a few meters away from her.

Even though the lady was sad, and felt miserable, she still managed to cry elegantly.

"Please, calm down honey, I'm doing all I can to find her, " The woman's husband spoke, but her shoulder