Chapter 338: Chapter 215: He Took All The Blame For You
“The Princess cried?”
Staring at the shut door of the bedroom, Aphia and Eleanor, the two young girls, exchanged bewildered looks.
When Ivyst returned to the Bartleion Mansion, it was already late at night, and all the servants were stirred, coming out to greet her.
But what they received was an unmerciful reprimand.
Only Aphia, who was quite close to her, was anxiously pulling Eleanor along, silent and following behind her.
Their unintentional glances allowed them to faintly sense that the Princess’s mood seemed to be at its worst. Even the reddening around her eyes was barely perceptible.
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“Get out.”
Ivyst’s cold voice rang as she entered the room, then she promptly closed the door tightly behind her.
Soon after, the familiar sound of things being thrown around could be heard from the room, faintly mixed with sobs.
She really did cry.
Aphia looked at Eleanor, feeling somewhat sad.
As to who could have hurt their master so deeply, aside from that one person, she couldn’t think of any other possibilities.
The good news was, judging from the Princess’s reaction, Lynn most likely was not in any mortal danger.
The bad news, however, was that he probably did something to displease the Princess and hurt her.
Only Aphia, who had always been by Ivyst’s side, was well aware that, despite her outwardly imposing and tyrannical demeanor, deep inside, the Princess harbored a lonely little girl who could easily be hurt by the things she cherished.
Her way of expressing emotions was extremely distorted and twisted, but that was also a result of the environment she grew up in.
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The situation had come to this point, it wasn’t just the Princess’s fault alone.
The more it was so, the more Lynn, being a subordinate, should be understanding towards her.
Noticing Aphia’s low spirits, Eleanor patted her head.
Ever since they moved into the Bartleion Manor, thanks to the relationship between her brother and the others, Eleanor soon became familiar with the group.
Aside from Milani, it was Aphia she was closest to.
They would often play together with Aphia transformed into a cat.
“Brother must have important things to do,” Eleanor said consolingly as she held Aphia’s hand, “I trust Brother, he will surely make the Princess happy again, and then the two of them will reconcile as before.”
No sooner had she finished speaking, the faint sobbing from the room suddenly stopped.
“Don’t ever bring up that bastard in front of me again!!!” The Princess’s voice, icy to the extreme, faintly came through, “The next time I see him, I will definitely kill him with my own hands.”
At these words, Eleanor’s little face turned pale, apparently frightened by her words.
No matter what, the two had only just met not long ago.
Though she called her sister-in-law, the Princess’s identity took precedence, and many years of deeply rooted ideas of hierarchy influenced Eleanor, leading her to take those words seriously, and her expression became tense.
Only Aphia looked at the door, then back at her friend, sighing softly under her breath, subconsciously wanting to lick her paw but then remembering she was currently in human form.
So she lightly leapt into the air, transforming into a black cat and perched on Eleanor’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry, the Princess is just talking, she won’t really do it.”
The black cat lazily licked Eleanor’s hair, saying so.
Perhaps it was not the case for others.
But just for Lynn, the Princess’s words “I will kill you” and “I love you” probably had no difference.
“Bang!”
The next second, accompanied by hurried footsteps, the door suddenly opened.
Ivyst in the room threw something out hastily, which they couldn’t see clearly before the door was shut again, with a loud “clang.”
Startled, the two girls immediately looked toward the object that fell to the ground.
White fur, droopy ears, a mix of pitiful and wary expressions, curled up in the corner with a soft whimper, as if to bolster its own courage.
It was clearly a newborn puppy.
“Wow!”
Eleanor, who was still tense just a moment ago, was immediately drawn in and briskly picked up the puppy in her arms.
Its body was filthy, with a pitiful appearance, enough to trigger the maternal instincts in women.
Observing the puppy’s whining, Aphia pondered.
“I always feel… it’s very similar to someone.”
Aphia whispered.
“Does it look like Brother?” Eleanor thought then shook her head, “No, Brother in my eyes, is more like a big fluffy dog, very warm to hug normally, and would protect the family well in times of danger.”
“You don’t understand.”
Aphia shook her head.
She was thinking back to when they first met.
Despite being exiled alone to the border, while being interrogated, with everything under the Princess’s control, he was still eager to escape, like a vigilant little dog showing his teeth. In the end, however, he was caught by the master and put on a collar.
Could it be that not seeing Lynn sparked this reaction?
But knowing the Princess as she did, she wasn’t the type to be overflowing with love.
If there wasn’t some special reason, it was very unlikely for her to pick up a stray puppy from the street.
Unless… its existence was related to Lynn.
Sure enough.
The next second, Ivyst’s voice came from the room again.
Only this time, it sounded somewhat lacking in confidence.
“Take this vermin away and clean it properly, it’s dirty and stinky, disgustingly so.”