The atmosphere in the dining room was more oppressive than she remembered.
She lowered her head to sip her soup, and a maid serving her accidentally spilled a few drops onto her cuff. Before she could react, she heard the maid's trembling voice apologizing, "I'm sorry, Miss Candi, I'm sorry."
She lifted her head and saw that the maid who had just served her was already frightened enough to kneel.
Aldana Candi took a napkin to wipe her cuff, glanced at her with a bit of confusion, and then heard Philip Shaw's icy voice, "Get out."
Aldana Candi looked up at him, only to see the man's face, once gentle and refined, now clouded with a chill that made everyone tremble.
Two years apart, and not only had his temper worsened, but it had also become more sinister.
The maid left, crying with her head down, while all the other maids in the dining room stood stiffly, showing no expressions on their faces, yet their movements were visibly more tense and cautious.
