"Are you suggesting," Camilla continued, her dark eyes piercing right through the physician, "that my husband does not already like me? Are you implying that the legal wife of the General needs to carry dirty water like a peasant just to earn her own husband's basic affection?"
Brie completely lost her confident posture.
The cold, deadly threat in Camilla's eyes was absolutely terrifying. Brie felt a sudden chill run straight down her spine.
Brie moved back a little. She quickly took a stumbling step backward, putting more physical distance between herself and the desk. Her heart started beating fast with genuine fear. If the Lady formally accused her of slandering the General's marriage, Brie could be severely punished or even fired from her prestigious position.
"N-no, My Lady," Brie stammered nervously. Her voice shook, completely losing its smooth, professional tone. "Not at all."
Brie raised her hands defensively, shaking her head rapidly.
