She went into the Ministry the day after the interrogation acting as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. The bloody torture of the man she'd loathed since that horrible party seventeen years earlier didn't upset her as it probably should have. No, she was pleased that the world was free from the influence of that man. His young widow would never have to worry about him hurting her again. Thanks to the man's large estate that she was entitled to at least half of thanks to there being no will due to his expectation that he would soon have a son to become his sole heir, Rosalind wouldn't have to worry much about anything for the rest of her life. Even less when her wretched parents were dispatched.