The once bent spine straightened again, and he let out a hoarse cry like a drake whose neck had been grabbed.
"Your, Your Highness! Your orders do not comply with the laws of the Duchy! I am his employer, and I have the right to decide my employees' wages and whether to continue employing them!"
"Silence," Theresa glared at him and shouted harshly, "Ungrateful fool, can't you see Her Highness is saving you!"
Horace: "I am perfectly safe!"
Theresa: "..."
That fool who forgets pain once his scars heal.
She wished she could grab his neck, throw him back into that shabby office, and watch him scream like a piglet.
Of course, she knew that wasn't the solution.
The Princess came here to solve problems, not create new ones.
"That's enough, Theresa."
Seeing her subordinate wanting to say more, Erin raised her hand to stop her and then calmly looked at Horace, saying, "You just reminded me that my approach might indeed be improper."
