THE air around Lady Frances at the moment was just choking and infiltrated at the moment, infiltrated with the grievous atrocities Carlson has just been accused of, it was so hard for her to believe it.

"Oswald, are you serious? You have... you have them?" she stammered, her maternal instincts flaring as worry clawed at her heart.

For the past twenty hours, she had been a bundle of nerves, her mind racing with thoughts of her son's safety amidst the chaos his life had become. Hearing him now, claiming to hold Carlson- someone whom she called her son, and had always loved as well, it left her feeling both relieved...