“Master Lucius?”
George addressed Lucius in a tone of surprise, as it was unusual for Lucius to behave in such a manner.
He received an irritated look from Lucius; he touched his nose, puzzled about what he might have done incorrectly.
Lucius strode past him, but then paused after a few steps and ordered, “Get sanitary pads.”
“Sanitary pads?” George’s face transitioned from confusion to astonishment..
Could he be mishearing? Was Master Lucius actually requesting sanitary pads?
“Master Lucius?”
“Do it now!” Luciusmanded, his face stormy and filled with anger. He regretted getting involved with Agatha, thinking her need for sanitary pads wasn’t his concern.
George quickly bought arge pack of pads.
Lucius looked at them with contempt. Without touching them, he ordered, “Take these to Agatha’s room.”
“For Ms. Agatha, Master Lucius?”
George, though shocked, realized the intention. He was surprised by Lucius’s gesture, especially given his
master’s previously stated refusal to reconnect with Ms. Agatha.
“Do you think I need them for myself?”
Lucius was exceptionally irritable, his words sharper, and his usual cold demeanor reced by a fiery one, disying a more authentic side of himself.
George, intimidated, remained silent but took the pads upstairs.
The idea of a man delivering such intimate items to a woman made Lucius scowl at George, and he felt deeply
uneasy.
“If I have to do everything myself, why employ so many servants? George, you will handle all such tasks in the
future.”
George stopped in his tracks, regretting not checking his horoscope. It was a bad day for his master, and he
had inadvertently stepped on andmine.
The butler ultimately passed the sanitary pads to a maid. Only then did Lucius’s face rxed somewhat.
After taking a soothing, warm bath, Violet finally started feeling a bit relieved. While resting against the bed to catch her breath, she suddenly experienced a warm flow from within her body.
Frozen in ce, aware that something wasn’t right, she hesitated to move.
From outside, a voice called, “Ms. Agatha.”
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A maid approached, presenting a bag to her and mentioning, “Mr. George sent this for you.”
As the maid let go of the bag, its contents spilled out-an abundance of sanitary pads.
The sheer quantity shocked Violet; there was enough tost for months.
She wondered if George knew about her menstrual cycle, or if it was Lucius who had instructed George to deliver these. The thought lingered, but she didn’t dare to inquire.
The idea of someone as dignified as Lucius concerning himself with her menstrual needs seemed far–fetched.
Little did Violet know that man had done the unthinkable.
With the situation demanding immediate attention, Violet quickly used one of the pads, resolving the immediate issue. She cleaned up, felt obliged to thank George, and headed downstairs.
George was busy overseeing the other servants downstairs.
Lucius was seated remotely on the first–floor balcony, lounging in his chair like a king.
Violet intentionally took a roundabout route to avoid him.
Catching a glimpse of Violet sneaking past him towards George, Lucius’s face darkened.
Violet, indifferent to his reaction, approached George to express her heartfelt thanks, “Thank you, George.”
“Agatha!”
Before George could reply, Lucius’s voice rang out.
Lucius‘ stern expression perplexed Violet, who turned to face him. Recalling their previous interactions, she
instinctively recoiled, fearful of offending him.
Lucius observed her reaction, growing even more irritated. He didn’t realize how perplexed he was by his own
frustration.
“Aren’t you supposed to be attending to Grandma right now? What are you doing wandering around?”
“I’m heading there now!” Violet quickly replied.
Lucius, known for his unyielding anger, was not easily pacified. Violet promptly followed his orders, heading
upstairs.
His anger hadn’t subsided, and he dered, “From now on, you’ll be by Grandma’s side
around the clock. A single slip, and you’ll face severe consequences!”
She then reassured the nurse, “You can take a break. I’ll handle everything from here.”
With Lucius’smand fresh in her mind, she was vignt not to falter in her duties.
In the dead of night, Regina stirred and nudged Violet, who was fighting to stay awake, avoiding leaning on
anything to prevent falling asleep.
“Grandma?” Violet asked, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
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Regina, concerned about Lucius, said, “It’ste. Lucius might have uncovered himself again. I need to check on him.”
Violet quickly dissuaded her, “Grandma, your health isn’t good. You need to stay in bed.”
Despite Regina’s frailty, Violet admired her enduring care for Lucius.
“Lucius might catch a cold without his nket,” Regina mumbled sleepily, still thinking of Lucius as a child.” Can you check on him and make sure he’s covered?”