Delphine's big eyes, with their stark contrast of black and white, fixed intently on Arthur, without uttering a word.
Seeing this, Ignatius felt a flicker of displeasure inside, and gestured for Arthur to leave first.
As Arthur was exiting, Ignatius's deep and displeased voice faintly trailed behind him: "Don't stare at other men like that in the future."
Arthur nearly stumbled, his forehead breaking out in cold sweat, feeling that he was in big trouble this time.
As Ignatius's shadow, he was adopted by Ignatius's mother since he was a child, essentially brothers with Ignatius and Ignatius's most trusted right-hand man, but now his position was precarious. Delphine wouldn't even need to whisper words in Ignatius's ear. As long as she showed him any bit of affection, Ignatius would probably send him off to Africa to mine, that's right, not just farming any longer, but mining, without the hope of ever returning.
