Chapter 139: The one I love is Augustine, not Denis.

Anne stood frozen, her face unreadable, but her eyes, burning with restrained fury, stared straight into Jeanne’s. She had taken enough. And she wasn’t going to stay silent much longer.

"The one I love is Augustine, not Denis," Anne said with barely contained emotion. "Open your eyes and look carefully before throwing around accusations. Sometimes when something is too close, you are blind to it."