Chapter 117 He Is My Husband

The Duke of Hawkstone, sensing the escalating tension, quickly gestured to the maids. "Escort Lady Phoebe to the west wing to change her garments."

"Yes."

As Phoebe was led away, tears streamed down her face, a mix of humiliation and confusion.

She couldn't understand it.

She had pushed Oriana, so why had she missed?

And Evander—he liked her, he was kind to her. Why was he so cold to her today?