Henry walked away without a word, his face carved with fury. His footsteps echoed as he climbed the stairs to his room, leaving Fulvia behind.
Shaking, Fulvia managed to push herself up from the floor and sank into the sofa. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her palms stinging from the glass shards.
*****
“What was that noise?” Molly whispered, her eyes widening with delight. “Zina, I think the plan worked. The Young Master is shouting at that b***h. I guess I don’t even have to use plan B.” Her lips curved into a triumphant smile.
Zina frowned. “But you said the plan was messed up?”
“I said sort of. That was because Madam...”
“Don’t call her Madam!” Molly snapped, her voice sharp though she tried to keep it low. “When we’re alone, she doesn’t deserve that title. She doesn’t deserve to
