Chapter 92 Mutual Understanding

The tension in the mansion felt almost tangible. Margaret, the devoted housemaid, found it hard to grasp the turbulent dynamics between the couple. She had hoped for a peaceful evening meal, but instead, they both retreated to their separate rooms as soon as they arrived, their silent barriers evident. Both were burdened with misunderstandings and doubts. Although their journeys had been distinct, both were marred by eerily similar heartaches. Observing them, Margaret felt a growing divide of sadness separating their hearts. Margaret looked upward to the second floor. It was silent, as always. She sighed deeply. Being merely a servant, there were things she could not voice. And even if she did, would that really rectify the situation? "Did you manage to retrieve Ma’am's phone?" Margaret asked the bodyguard. The bodyguard nodded but then shook his head in frustration. "We did retrieve the phone, but they ended up quarreling on the way back. Look at them now. How is this any diff