Seeing the sailor so mortified that he couldn't even show his face, Fang Hong felt a twinge of pity, for the sailor hadn't really said anything terrible, and they didn't know who he was, so suspicion was only natural.
He quietly tugged at Hilveld's sleeve, but the Lady Noble gently took his hand, turned her head back and gave him a playful wink.
The meaning was clear—
"Leave it to me."
She turned back around and put on a stern face—Fang Hong had never seen her with such an icy demeanor and couldn't help but be taken aback.
And the Lady Noble, with a stern face as if she hadn't heard a single word from the sailor, said coldly, "On board a ship, what is the punishment for disobeying a superior?"
The sailor's face changed at those words, and he stood there, shaking like a leaf.
Even the Bosun was taken aback and couldn't help saying, "Miss Hilveld..."
But Hilveld didn't spare him a glance, unaffected by his interjection.
