Chapter 87 - Powerful Pillar

"Oliver was flirting with me."

Laura's hands stilled around Delice's own, her grip on the wet towel a little tight before it loosened it and a scoff escaped her lips.

"Oliver would never flirt with you."

The sound of the dripping water into the bowl cut through the silence of the room. Laura pulled the small towel out of the bowl again, draining the liquid by squeezing it tight, the liquid dropping back into the bowl, before placing it on Delice's shoulder blade and pulling it down to her wrist, as she tried to wash away that disgusting grave scent away from her body.

Laura had already told her to get rid of her gown because of the putrid lifeless aura that hung, not only to the sleeves of it but the whole gown in general.

The lifeless aura not being the type she liked. It left a bitter taste on her tongue.

Who in their right mind would go to a place as stinky as that?

Delice, of course.

She wasn't in her right mind.