Genevieve felt the urge to demand explanations, but one look at Ivy's face—bruised beyond recognition, blood trickling from her nose and mouth—silenced every question.
Even with everything that had happened, Genevieve's heart still ached seeing Ivy in such a state.
She gestured to the servants nearby. "Get her to her room."
After a brief pause, she added with authority, "What happened here today stays in this house. Not one word leaves these walls."
Ivy had crossed a line, after all. Cursing Julian was unforgivable, no matter the circumstances. If news spread, the duke's reputation would suffer.
The servants nodded quickly, fear evident in their trembling voices. Even without the warning, none would have dared speak of what they'd witnessed.
Everyone's perception of Bella had shifted completely in that moment.
No one could have imagined that the carefree young woman possessed such a terrifying side.
