A flicker of surprise crossed Evan's face as he processed his brother's words. The mention of the maid brought back the events of the day, and Evan's eyes sparked with a newfound curiosity.
"Why do you care about the maid? I have never seen you so provoked just because I touched a woman, let alone a lowly servant."
Lemiel's lips curled upwards, a semblance of a smile etched on his face, yet his eyes betrayed no emotions, a void that spoke of depths untold.
"The maid has been serving my son even before he came here, and he is fond of her. I don't want my son to get disheartened if his maid was harmed by his uncle. You see, I am trying to be the best father to my child. We don't want to sow discord, do we?" Lemiel's words flowed with an eerie calmness.