In the next moment, he didn't speak again, just gently released his grip on Ingrid's hand, making her body go limp and retreat several steps, quickly supported by the two maids following behind her.
"Sir, how can you treat the lady like this? No matter what, she is your wife. It's one thing to mess around with those... dubious demi-humans outside, but at least you should report back home, right? The lady chased you all the way here, and we couldn't persuade her otherwise, it's really..."
Behind him, the maid who had been expressionless suddenly came to life, patting Ingrid's back as if she were startled, while complaining to Fisher.
She gently held Ingrid's back, and at the moment of contact, Fisher immediately sensed Ingrid's body going limp, her cheeks turning rosy, and her previous fear and pleading evaporating, replaced by a sense of intoxicating illusion; her coerced performance became more convincing.
"Sob... sob..."
