Anna thought about it, and a hint of disdain crept onto her face. She scooped a small spoonful of porridge into her mouth, but before she could swallow, Juan Rodriguez spoke up:
“It wasn’t me, Madam. The clothes were changed by Mr. Bennett…”
“Pfft… cough, cough, cough…”
Anna felt a few grains of porridge get stuck in her nasal cavity, but that was the least of her worries. Juan Rodriguez’s words had shocked her to the point where she couldn't even focus on anything else.
The thought that Charles had been the one to change her clothes made her head feel like it was going to explode.
“Cough, cough… cough, cough…”
Her coughing became uncontrollable, each fit more violent than the last.
“Getting so worked up just because I changed your clothes?”
A cold, deep voice, laced with unmistaka
