Evelyn's heart broke as she saw her sister leave. Why did her father do such a thing? Even if she was married first, Jocelyn could still be married later and it wouldn't cause any harm. Jocelyn was a big help to the villagers as the midwife's apprentice and people seemed to like her. Hopefully Jocelyn could seek refuge somewhere so she wouldn't have to stay out in the bitter cold. Just the thought of never seeing her sister again, and her suffering caused the young woman to burst into fits of sobbing. She ran over to Edgar and buried her face into his chest. It wouldn't be long before her tears had begun to soak Edgar's overcoat. She kept repeating that she didn't want to lose her sister.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Jocelyn had walked into the manor, shivering due to the cold. Hunter whimpered as he nudged his head against his owner's side. She sat down the basket before sitting down in the chair. For a few minutes, she couldn't say a word. Everything had begun to sink in as she tried her best to keep her emotions in tact. She couldn't let Samuel see her crying, so she kept her tears hidden. He simply couldn't know how upset she really was. The question was if he would believe her once she told him what happened.<br/><br/>"I've been shunned from my home," she finally confessed as she shivered slightly, "You see, I was betrothed to a man named Edgar Carlisle and we were due to be married in the spring. However, he was in love with my sister, and I knew my sister loved him. I didn't want to marry him for I didn't love him, and I knew how he felt for my sister. My father wanted me to marry him so they would have more financial wealth. When Edgar broke off the engagement, my father said I was pathetic and shunned me from his home. However, he was happy for the engagement of my sister and Edgar. As long as those two can be happy, I have no regrets. I just have to find somewhere to live now since I have nowhere to go. This includes Hunter too." she pet her English Mastiff.<br/><br/>Hunter whimpered before resting his head on her lap. There was no wagging to his tail, and no happiness with his actions. He knew something was wrong. Jocelyn had everything she owned in that basket, and in the hurry of gathering her things, she had forgotten to put on her cloak. Resting his head on her lap was his way of trying to warm her up. There was tension and uncertainty in the air, and it was thick. There wasn't much else to do at this point but to try and figure out what to do next.