"Damn it!" Charles threw the bottle on the ground as he gritted his teeth. His face was so dark that Grace took a step back. She was worried that he would kill her next to vent his anger.
"Did I not tell you how important it is! Did I not explain to you that your future is depending on it yet you were not able to stop both of them?" he cursed when she flinched.
She wanted to shout how in the world she was supposed to control a prince and the emperor as a maid but she did not dare to utter a single word, afraid that he would cut her tongue.
He threw another vase on the ground when she did not reply as his chest heaved up and down and his eyes turned red.
He did not care what others would think. His wife had died. No one would pay attention if things would break in his room tonight.
