Eleonora's body was trembling again. All the bad things that could have happened began to loom over her very roughly. She tried to find something she could lean on and then she found the shoulder of the maid who escorted her to the front of Andrew's room being treated.
"Lady... why are you here?" Demian glanced at the maids in front of him.
And the servants slowly retreated and disappeared one by one leaving Eleonora in the hallway, stunned at her suddenly deserted surroundings.
"How is Andrew doing. Did something bad happen to him? You're screaming!" Eleonora was clutching her own arm at the moment looking very fragile and would collapse at any moment.
"It's not what you think, Lady. It's just ...." Demian was silent for a while thinking of the most fitting reason to say. "It's just a misunderstanding!"
Eleonora wanted to know what kind of misunderstanding would make a Demian yell at someone here.
