"I see, thank you. You may go do what you need to do."
"Yes, Young Master Leonhardt."
The female servant curtsied to Leon respectfully. Before she left, she flashed Darlene an envious glance.
Since Young Master Leonhardt was quite courteous to her, she could imagine that someone he fancied would not be mistreated. Why was the one who carried the young master to his arranged guestroom, not her?
Being the object of envy, the female servant's gaze did not go unnoticed by Darlene.
As fellow sufferers of the same fate, Darlene shared a relatively good relationship with all the female servants. If opportunity permits it, she hoped her fellow sisters can all find their happiness in life.
"Young—Hubby."
Darlene opened her mouth to speak, but she immediately froze. She had committed the same mistake! Seeing the subtle change in her man's expression, she knew the situation was not good.