"Adelaide."
"No, Egon! Leave me be!" She snapped at her husband before storming into the bathroom of their chambers and slamming the door closed.
In the garden, Adela had tightly controlled her emotions, yet she couldn't overlook Larissa's clear awareness of Andreas's proposal. Miraculously, she adeptly fulfilled her duties as a host, ensuring Larissa's comfort and promptly arranging for her to have a separate chamber from Andreas von Conradie. She excused herself and ran back to her chambers after that.
"Adelaide, talk to me."
She shot a glare at the closed door behind her.
"So she couldn't subjectively think around Claude, but she could around Andreas, is that it? Utter hypocrisy!"
"I understand, Adelaide. I know what upsets you that much about it. Can you open the door so we can talk face to face?"
No.