Perhaps Tiffany was just busy, so Arianne didn’t think much of it.
It was then that Butler Henry’s voice was suddenly heard coming from downstairs. Mark had returned...
He didn’t seem like he was planning to go anywhere tonight. He took a shower and changed his clothes as soon as he came back. Neither of them spoke at the table over dinner. The atmosphere was rather tense.
Mary served the last dish and soup. “Madam, since you’ve been feeling unwell lately, I had the kitchen make some nutritious soup for you. Although a bit fishy, it’s good for your stomach. Please bear it and have some, even just a little.”
Worried about getting nauseous again, Arianne quickly covered her nose. “I don’t want it... Mary, I told you not to prepare anything with a fishy smell. I can’t take it.”
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