“There is a gardener. But I've already sent him home.”
Without saying anything, Hans carried Violette bridal style.
"Hans..." Irene came out of Damien's room and froze when she saw Hans carrying Violette.
"Damien is looking for you. His wound hurts again and he scratched it until it bled. Please persuade him to stop scratching his wound.”
"Sorry, Irene. I have to take Violette to her room first."
For the first time, Hans refused Irene's request and walked away.
Violette watched Irene's face darken behind Hans's back.
Hans put Violette to bed and called the doctor to check on her.
Violette had already told all the doctors and nurses to keep quiet about her miscarriage.
“Mrs. Lombardi fell, and on top of that, she's malnourished and very weak.” As he said this, the doctor looked at Hans strangely and muttered, “How can Mrs. Lombardi be malnourished?”
A look of embarrassment flashed across Hans's eyes. “It's because she's on a diet. I've told her repeatedly to stop dieting.”
Violette stared at him expressionlessly, seeing the lie he was telling to cover up his embarrassment.
The doctor nodded in understanding and left.