Thaddeus carried her down the elevator to a car that was waiting for them right at the drop off. Ignoring the stares, the two entered the car and headed back home.
Naia could feel the tension surrounding him, and he refused to look at her. She knew he was angry, albeit it wasn't entirely clear to her why he was angry to the point of not speaking.
However, she instinctively shut her mouth, feeling that speaking out would make things worse. She only looked out, but unlike the way there, she wasn't in the mood to admire the car or the view again.
When they arrived at the house, he sauntered in with her in his arms, startling the servants.
"M-Master?" Harold uttered out, surprised, "Does Ms. Naia need a doctor?"
"No need."
Harold was taken aback by the master's very dark face.
Before going up, he turned to Harold and the few other servants there. "No one will disturb us. We will come down on our own."
Poor Thaddeus. Send him a gift to comfort him?