Chapter 173
His body, which usually looked fit, now seemed rather swollen. And his skin, which had always been smooth and had even color, was now blotchy. Verdic now looked his age, really. He was a middle-aged man.
Water dripped down along his unmanaged beard, making him look quite disheveled. Verdic scolded a bewildered Carynne with a stern expression.
Heavens, damn it Why were you drowning in such shallow waters when its not even that deep? Are you crazy?
Verdic angrily removed his soaking wet clothes and wrung them out like a rag. Dirty water splashed from his mouth.
Verdic. Him getting angry at Carynne was something she was used to, but this time it was entirely different.
Have you gone so crazy that you want to die at such a young age?
Miss, at your age, shouldnt you know how to live modestly? Starve yourself tonight.
Why on earth were you in the creek?
Did I not tell you to follow Isellas whims?
Carynne remembered what Verdic used to say when he got angry with her. It was something he often said. To him, Carynne was Isellas servanta thief who stole from him.
Cant you hear me? Why the hell were you here in the first place?