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Nesryn waited at the reception area of the mansion, an ice pack on her cheek as it started turning a horrible color, Mia had left to pack some of her clothes, not wanting to put her in danger by letting her in the same place Azriel is in. "Madam, I am sure the master didn't mean to do what he did, he truly loves you. He's just suffering and stressed right now to think straight." Enrique tried to reason, the old man seating at the couch across from her. She gave the man a sad smile before trailing her eyes on the floor.

"I understand that he was drunk and didn't know what he was doing. We just both need some space right now, for him to sober up and come to terms with things and for me to actually heal myself, both physically and emotionally." Enrique was quiet after that, before standing up and politely leaving, saying he'll have the car ready.