The silence in the Helwart penthouse was a stark contrast to the storm Linsy had just endured. She had guided her father, Liam, home from the hospital, his arm in a sling, a visible reminder of the day’s chaos. Her mother, Flora, moved through their tasteful, comfortable home with a quiet sorrow, a world away from the cold opulence of the Helwart manor.

“I’ll get your room ready, Linsy,” Flora said, her voice soft but firm. “You’ll stay here. It’s not right for you to be in that ...