A heart dropped to the bottom of a valley; Emma Benson felt distressed, her chest seemingly weighed down by a large stone, making it hard to breathe.
Her eyes turned slightly red, but regarding Elijah Schmidt's actions, she did not wish to complain about anything. After all, he was an elder, and no matter how severe or wrong his words were, to argue against him would be disrespectful.
In this matter, she was at fault initially.
Emma Benson lowered her head, a lump stuck in her throat, her mood was evident.
Beside her, Walter Schmidt hugged her tightly, and without a word, led her directly upstairs.
"Marshal..." Frederick wanted to call out to them but sensed the cold gaze of the master behind him, frightening him into silence.
The two of them returned to the third-floor room, where Emma Benson sat silently on the sofa in the bedroom. The man finished his tasks and came over, yet she kept her head lowered.
