"You! Stupid servant!"
The other girl attempted to slap the maid, but Marivella held her hand. Marivella can't stand these women insulting the maid.
"Let me go!" she yells at her.
"Hah. Peasants truly get along!" Insults by another woman in that group. But it startles them, watching the man walking toward them.
"Are you okay?" he asked the maid.
The girl looked up. She saw a handsome man offering his hand. She froze.
"Doctor Montfort, good morning," Marivella greeted Charles, then partly bowed.
"Good morning, Marivella!" Charles replied cheerfully. He was smiling wider, his gaze back toward the maid. "Let me help you," he did not give up giving a hand.
But the maid is reluctant to take his hand. She looks down at her palm, but it covers them with dirt. When she is still not moving, Marivella then squats on the floor to help the maid.
"How are you? Let me see your wound," she asked her once again.
