Varvara continued, saddened.
"Why did she do it? All because I reprimanded that stupid maid that spilled a glass of wine on me."
Mr. Petrov's brown eyes rose, landing on Adeline, who held an innocent expression. "What is the meaning of this?"
"She's lying," Adeline said blandly but didn't bother to explain.
Varvara clutched her chest, breaking down even more. "Lying? Why would I lie? You are the one who gripped my hair and slammed my face into the table. I was merely speaking with the maid."
Mr. Petrov's hands balled into fists, the anger he'd been suppressing starting to boil again.
"Apologize to her right now!" he ordered with gritted teeth.
Adeline shook her head. "I refuse." She was stubborn.
"Adeline! Don't make me-"
"I'm not going to apologize to some spoiled bitch who sucks at acting." She snorted. Her attention diverted to Varavara, and she chuckled. "You should try acting school, it might help you improve."
