Chương 117: The maid broke

Viviane quickly descended the stairs, her footsteps echoing through the empty hallway like hammer blows accompanying the turmoil in her mind. Her face was flushed, not just with anger, but with something deeper and more unsettling that she still refused to admit. Her hands were clenched into fists by her sides, trembling slightly, as her thoughts raced, chaotic and conflicting.

'That woman…' she thought, her face contorting in a look of disgust. 'Her audacity! She seemed so satisfied, so... happy. Like she had won something important.' She ground her teeth. 'But who cares about her? Who cares about Sapphire? What worries me is him.'

Her heart raced at the thought of Vergil's expression. He was different, smiling in a way that seemed so genuine, so full of satisfaction. It hit her unexpectedly, a tightness in her chest that refused to dissipate. 'Why was he so... happy?' The memory of Vergil's gaze toward Sapphire made something inside her twist.