"Alright, Ria, I'll have to trouble you then."
Even if Aria didn't like Lady Octavia, she still had to put up a facade.
Just as Lady Octavia didn't like her, at least for now, she also put on a facade.
Ria smiled, "Ms. Joanna, there's no need for you to be polite with me."
After washing her hands, Aria took off her apron and followed the maid out of the kitchen.
As they left the kitchen, the maid walking beside her glanced at her, hesitated for a few seconds, then said, "Ms. Joanna, it seems Lady Octavia is quite angry. You... you should be careful later."
Aria's steps faltered.
She looked down at the maid, "Lady Octavia is angry?"
"Yes." The maid nodded.
But she didn't say everything.
To say that Lady Octavia was merely angry seemed like an understatement.
Her facial expression was like she was about to devour someone; it was quite terrifying.
The maid even considered whether or not she should warn Ria about it.
And have Ria make another phone call to Mr. Brandon.
