[center][h1][color=a2d39c]Gerard Connolly[/color][/h1]
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[hr] [color=a2d39c]Location:[/color] Wyndham Estate
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	Gerard nodded in agreement as Cook asked him to fetch for a constable, it would be wise to get this matter over with lest Mrs. Wyndham find the house in this predicament. Knowing Mrs Wyndham surely everyone of them will be fiercely blamed for this mess. 
	
	Wendy gently tugged his trousers, intelligently asking for his attention. Scurrying out the door, Gerard curiously went to follow. She then led him outside the house adjacent to the trellis and to the broken glass on the ground. Only then he noticed the flowers next to it, they werent stolen. He picked it up from the ground, gently dusting the fragile petals with his calloused thumb.

	Some part of him wouldn't let the worry ease, there's bound to be some unpleasant intention as to why anyone would do this. His thoughts would stress at the worst possibilities, overthought as they were in his mind. It was only good that Millie was not around at the time of the break in. Setting aside the fact that whoever made the mistake of doing so when she's around would get their sorry behinds mercilessly battered , still the worst case stood out the most to him. It was his fear of losing, failing to protect those he could and those he should, as if in a hopeless instant fate would once again take away the only good thing that's happened to him. The stems of the flowers slightly bent as his grip tightened around them.

	His gaze turned up, from the broken trellis leading up to the window of Millie's bedroom. Abigail mentioned before that Millie must have opened the window before she left for Almacks this evening, indicating the possibility that someone might have used it to climb up possibly to Millie's room. He would want to check if he could but felt it wouldn't be appropriate, if not a tad intrusive. 

	Putting the flowers on his inner coat pocket, Gerard walked to the street, the thoughts still on his mind, with his trusty companion trailing ahead. The evening was quiet, almost in an odd and eerie way even at this hour. He looked around near the estate for a constable, he thought he could catch one making rounds on the streets.