"I'm sorry, Violette. I didn't mean to make you move out of this room..." Irene whispered weakly, looking at her with an apologetic gaze. But the corners of her lips curled into a sly smile.
"Don't apologize, it's not your fault," Hans said, glancing indifferently at Violette. "Don't blame Irene."
"I didn't say anything," Violette replied coldly.
"Hans, can you stay with me for a while? I'm afraid to be alone. "Irene leaned weakly on Hans as if she were about to faint.
" Okay, I'll keep you company."
Ignoring Violette's reaction, Hans took Irene into their room and closed the door right in front of her face.
Violette took a deep breath, her hands clenched into fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white, her chest feeling tight.
The events of that night quickly spread among the servants. They witnessed Violette being kicked out of the main bedroom while Hans accompanied Irene there.
All the servants could clearly see that Hans had shown how important Irene was to him. At that moment, Violette lost face in her own home and became the subject of ridicule by the servants.
Hans did not attempt to remedy the situation or apologize to Violette.