“Wait. Where is Papa?” she demanded.
The valet shook his head. “He must have hit his head when he fell, my lady. He was face down in the creek. He’s gone.”
“Gone?” She swayed and Hudson tightened his grip. “No. No. Not gone. Please, no.”
Lady Mia’s knees buckled and he leaned down and scooped her into his arms. By the time he brought her up, she’d fainted.
“I’ll get her into the house,” he told the valet. “You need to get help. The groom and my driver can help you. Take a cart out and bring the viscount’s body home.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Hudson didn’t bother to correct the servant as he hurried to the house, Lady Mia in his arms.