Edward didn't have any problem with Ruby wanting to go to Tuscany any time she wanted to go because she was family. Family was always welcome, but there would be no relaxing in the trip for him. The only reason he was making the trip at all was to take the body of his brother home, break the news of Basil's betrayal to the rest of the family, and make arrangements for Basil's funeral. It was a grim task indeed, and having fun in the Tuscan sun wasn't even slightly on Edward's radar, and if he knew Simone at all, Simone would want to help Edward with these tasks, so relaxation wasn't on her schedule either, most likely.
Quite honestly, it wasn't in Angus's thoughts either. He had just come from Azkaban, after a night in the nick for being accused of 2 murders he didn't do, only to have to kill his own uncle to save the lives of all the people he loved. And now, he was going to have to face his family for it. If Robert let him out of bed at all, Angus wasn't going to be sunbathing either. Angus was hoping to get to Tuscany today, but not for anything other than business.
"Why don't you go and take the kids?" Angus said to Ruby. "They don't need to be involved in this. Take them to Venice and get that done and then take them down to the beach. They really do need clothes, and I'm sure they'll need swimsuits. We can have Rosaria and Carlo pack a picnic and a cooler with some cold drinks for you lot so that you can just enjoy the sun and you won't need to come up to the house and get involved in all this dark business that we have to attend to. We can have them just set you up a spot down there for whenever you get there. Maybe your brother would like to go along for a change. I know he doesn't take much time away. Maybe a day at the beach would be a welcome change of pace for him and Yulong. My place today has to be with Edward. I have to face my family for what I've done."
"You don't have one thing to feel guilty for," Edward told him firmly. "You had absolutely no choice. It was him or all of us, and you know it. He betrayed our entire family, and they're going to hear that from me, not you." He looked at Robert. "I don't know that he should be going at all. What do you think?"
"I think it is entirely too soon, but if he does go, he's not going to be on his feet much at all. He'll need a great deal of help, so I'll have to send Nigel and Marcus along with him," Robert said. He went over and sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at Angus. "You know, I do understand you lost an uncle today, and you feel like you need to face your family. However, that one shot you took saved the lives of fifteen people. The spell he was starting would have killed every one of us here today, and you did it blind. It doesn't feel like it, but it was exceptional work, and I'm proud of you. That was exceptionally well done. You've had a rough few days, Angus, and an especially rough 24 hours. I should order you here, but, I'm not going to. If it would help you to clear your head, then you go ahead and go to Tuscany, but just know that you're going to need to be on a sofa, on a chaise lounge or something. I suggest you take a go bag in case you just simply get too tired to get back, and I can see that happening very easily."
"Thanks, but I need to get back," Angus said. "It just isn't worth hauling all my gear and baby gear and finding someone to take care of Finn, and all the rest of it. It would be just so much easier to come home."
"Well, the dog is not an issue. The dog can come over to the main building with me," Robert said. "He'll be 500 pounds heavier when you get him back because he'll be entirely spoilt. As for any gear, we can pack you the essentials just in case you're too spent to come back tonight."
"If I'm going, I'll pack the damned bag, thank you," Nigel said. "His clothes are up to you, Marcus."
"Fair enough," Marcus said. Angus got up, found his cigarettes on the nightstand and took them out to the deck, sitting down on the lounge. He did not want to go to Tuscany at all right now. He did not want one more moment of confrontation about anything, and he knew he was about to receive it from about 150 people. He saw it as non-negotiable, though. He had to make the trip. The people here that knew him so very well understood he had two choices--take the shot and kill a relative. Or not take the shot and let the ones he loved the most die. It hadn't been much of a debate for him, but his blood relatives would never understand that because they had never understood him at all. He lit up a cigarette, trying to steel himself for what he knew was ahead.