"Richard, what are you doing here?" Beatrice asked, trying to sound nonchalant, though her voice trembled slightly.
As Richard looked around the room, his eyes settled on the bed, and a flicker of suspicion crossed his face. "Are you feeling alright, Beatrice? You seem flushed," he said, gesturing toward her disheveled appearance.
"Oh, it's just the heat. I was feeling a bit uncomfortable and decided to undress," Beatrice replied, hoping her voice didn't betray her nervousness.
Richard still looked unconvinced, but he didn't push the matter further. Instead, he handed her a letter, his expression grim.
"Father wanted me to give this to you. He's quite disappointed with you. The recent charity event was a disaster, and you know how important those events are to our family's reputation."
