When Violette thought she was dying and starving to death, she woke up in her room with an IV tube attached to her hand.
Hans sat on the side of the bed with a stiff face and guilt covered by an angry gaze.
"If only you had admitted your mistake earlier, this wouldn't have happened."
Violette covered her face. She didn't want to see Hans's face—the man who had torn her heart apart.
Hans sighed.
"Violette, stop being stubborn and just apologize to Irene."
Irene appeared behind Hans. She smiled understandingly and said softly, "Hans, it's okay. Violette is the daughter of the Renault family. Of course, her pride is so high that she won't apologize to me, who is nobody."
Hans glared at Violette angrily.
"Being the daughter of the Renault family has made you so arrogant!"
Violette did not answer and closed her eyes.
"Are you going to keep your mouth shut? Fine, shut your mouth forever!" Hans angrily got up from beside her bed and left the room.
He ordered a servant outside the door. "From now on, Violette is not allowed to leave the house. Her daily food is only bread and water. She must learn to live like a poor person. Don't give her any other food."