After a long silence, she slowly said, "Go back immediately and reflect in seclusion, then write a letter of apology. Remember, it's not for me; it's for Sylph. You know how to write it."
Elaine slightly bowed her head and softly replied, "I understand."
The specially made red wine must not be mentioned, and there was no way to explain the altered letter, so I could only make up a reason and apologize sincerely.
Although an apology wouldn't earn forgiveness, the attitude must be there.
She didn't dare let these matters affect the diplomatic relations between the two countries.
Elaine slowly backed away. Just as she was about to leave the room, she suddenly stopped and softly asked:
"Miss, last night, you and..."
"Get out, get out now!" Alina's face was burning hot, utterly furious as she hurried them off.
Elaine fled in embarrassment, and all her last bit of strength completely faded away. She collapsed limply into a chair, staring blankly at the ceiling, her mind a blank.
