Chapter 92 Not Worth Mourning

• The master and his aide understood each other without a word. They didn’t stop her. They just watched quietly, waiting to see which scene she’d start acting out.
• Rochelle was busy digging up excuses for her harsh behavior and didn’t notice the calculation lurking in their eyes.
• Once everyone else left, she dropped to her knees in front of Hendrik. Her eyes brimmed red, her fingers clinging to his pant leg as she launched into a self-justifying monologue—