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"I'm sorry to bother you, General," said Camille as Bertrand kissed her hand.

"Madame, your visit is an honor not a bother," he said. "I heard Monsieur Stephan was sick."

"Yes, his heart is still very delicate."

"What a shame," he said, shaking his head. "Now what can I do for you?"

"Well, I don't mean to intrude, but one of your militia men has been infatuated with my daughter and he doesn't leave her alone. I don't want my husband to get involved since he's still sick and since you are his superior, I'm sure you can do something to stop him."

"What's his name?"

"Maurice Martin," she responded.

General Bertrand nodded. "Yes, I know him. Strange I never heard one complaint from him, but I guess those are always the worst, huh," he said, chuckling. "Don't worry, Madame Durand. I'll take care of this."

"How are you today, Father?" asked Anne, kissing his cheek.

Stephan chuckled. "I'm fine, and you? I notice that you're pale," he said, looking at her face.

Anne nodded. "I still have a small cold."

Stephan nodded. "Sit down," he said, pointing to the chair next to his bed. "How was Monsieur Levesque's party on Saturday?"

"It was entertaining, but I'm worried father," said Anne.

"About what?" he asked.

"About all the problems that you have," she said, worriedly.

"If you refer to the money, don't worry. One way or another, we'll fix it," he said. "And if we can't, there's no shame to live modestly."

Anne grinned. "That's what I think so too, Father. The wealth of a person isn't in their goods or property, but in their hearts. T-To have a clean and noble spirit. Don't you feel the same way?"

Stephan smiled. "Of course I do." Anne sneezed as someone knocked on the door. "Come in," he said.

"Excusez-moi, Monsieur, but there's someone looking for Mademoiselle Annie," said Elise, coming in.

"For me? Who?" asked Anne.

"Madame Desiree Simon de Martin," said Elise.

Anne frowned. "De Martin?" she whispered to herself.

"Do you know her?" asked Stephan as Elise left the room.

Anne shook her head. "N-Non."

Stephan shrugged. "Maybe she's from the hospital. Go, go and attend to her."

"Oui," she said, getting up.

"Come back after she leaves, Belle," he said. Anne nodded and left the room.

Lynn placed eye drops in her eyes as she waited for Anne to show. She quickly put it away when she heard footsteps behind her.

"Bonjour, can I help you," asked Anne.

Lynn nodded. "A-Are you Mademoiselle Annabelle Durand?" she sobbed.

"Oui," said Anne, but frowned seeing her tears.

"N-Now I know why my husband doesn't want anything to do with me anymore," she said, crying. "You're beautiful, elegant, and rich," she said, looking around.

Anne looked at her curiously. "I-I'm sorry, but I don't understand."

"It's been five years that I've been married with Officier Maurice Martin," she sobbed, to Anne's astonishment. "We even have a son together."

"Maurice Martin?" repeated Anne.

Lynn nodded. "He hasn't come back home since he's met you and he doesn't even give us money anymore."

Anne shook her head in disbelief. "Non, it's not true," she said. "Maurice isn't married."

"That's what he probably told you, but if you don't believe me go ahead and ask him!"

"Annie, who is this person," asked Camille, coming in the room.

Lynn turned and looked at her. "Desiree Simon de Martin, Madame."

"Non! It's not true. You're lying to me," cried Anne.

"Non, I'm not lying. Maurice Martin is my husband, the father of my son," said Lynn, looking the two women. "I'll prove it you," she said, grabbing Anne's hand. "We'll go to his station now and see if he has the nerve to lie to both of us."

"Annie, are you insane," Camille said, grabbing her hand away from Lynn's. "How can you stoop so low to go to that station?!"

"But I have to find out for myself, Mother," Anne said, desperately.

"Oui, Madame, let her come with me to prove that it's true. I already saw him on my way here and I warned him that I was coming here," said Lynn to Camille.

"Fine, fine, I'm grateful, but right now you need to go!" said Camille, pushing her away from her daughter.

"Non, please, I beg you to tell me it isn't true," cried Anne as he mother pulled her away from Lynn. "Let me go with her, Mother, please."

"Have you gone mad, Annabelle," said her mother. "Fighting for a man who is already married?" she said as Anne sobbed uncontrollably.

"Mother, please, I beg you."

"You're insane! And you," she said, turning to Lynn. "Leave this house immediately."

"Fine, Madame," she spat as she left. Lynn smirked to herself. Ricard will be so proud of me, she thought.

"Non!" Anne tried to go after her, but Camille held her. "It's not true, Mother. This woman is lying."

"Please, calm down, Annie," she said, trying to ease her daughter.

"I can't, Mother," sobbed Anne. "I can't!" she said running to her room.

"What's wrong, Annie," said Charlotte as she ran past her. "What happened, Camille?"

"I think we've found our solution," she whispered. "Go up to her room and do your part," Camille said to her sister. "You live, eat, sleep, and dress here, don't you?"

"Yes with the drapes that you aren't using anymore," scowled Charlotte.

Camille glared at her. "Go and convince Annabelle to accept Erik Levesque because if you don't, not even those drapes will clothe you. Make sure she doesn't leave because we don't know if the General has liberated us from that man."

Charlotte gave her a cold look and went up the stairs. She gasped when she saw Anne dressed and ready to leave. "Where are you going?"

"I have to go see Maurice at the station," said Anne. "That woman has to be lying!"

Charlotte held her back. "Non, Annie, why would that woman lie to you anyways?"

"I-I don't know, Aunt Charlotte," Anne said. "But it's impossible that Maurice would lie to me like this. I won't believing it," she said, running past her.

"Non, Annie, come back," said her aunt, trying to catch up with her. "Don't be unreasonable. Your mother is going to get very angry and it's not prudent that you go down there."

Anne tried to make it to the front door, but her mother stopped at her tracks. "Don't you dare," hissed Camille, blocking the exit.

"I have to speak with Maurice," said Anne, desperately. "I can't live with this doubt."

"The daughter of General Durand will not humiliate herself in front of the whole troop like some kind harlot!" yelled Camille.

"I'm not going to humiliate myself," said Anne, shaking her head.

"Of course you're not because you're going back to your room," growled Camille.

"Non!" she said, trying to go past her mother, but she pushed her back.

"Behave, Anne!"

"I'm sorry, Mother, but…!" Anne was cut off as Camille slapped her in the face.

Charlotte looked at her sister in shock as she hit her daughter. "Camille," she hissed. Anne looked back at her mother, tears in her eyes, but Camille felt no remorse for it. She let out a sob and climbed back the steps to her room. "You shouldn't have hit her," said Charlotte.

"No one asked for you opinion and if you don't want me to throw you out of the house, do as your told!" ordered Camille.

Charlotte gave her a dirty look and went to console her niece.

Maurice walked casually throughout Paris, making sure everything was alright. He has been thinking of Anne all day and thought about going to visit her. She was the only woman he has ever loved and no one not even her family will stop him from being with her.

"Officier Maurice Martin," said two men in horses.

Maurice looked them curiously. "I am he."

"You are under arrest," said one of the men.

"Why?" asked Maurice.

"Orders from General Bertrand," said the officer.

"There must be an error," said Maurice, calmly.

"Grab him," ordered the officer.

Maurice was suddenly ambushed by four men, trying to contain him. "I haven't done anything! Let go of me!" he yelled. He grunted when someone hit him in the stomach, making him loose his breath.

"Take him away!" Maurice felt the men drag him away. Anne's face past his mind and that's the last thing he remembered.

Charlotte watched helplessly as Anne cried in her bed. She knew there was nothing she could do or say that will make her feel better. Charlotte turned her head, seeing Camille entering the room.

"Leave me alone with her for a moment," she said. Charlotte sighed and gave one last look to Anne. "Annie," she started, "even if you don't believe me, it hurts me to see you suffering. You were very innocent and you let yourself be smitten."

"I-I just can't believe it, Mother," she sobbed.

"I understand. There are bad people in the world, but we learn from our mistakes," said Camille, softly.

Anne turned and looked at her. "What if it isn't true?" she asked. "What if that woman came to tell lies for her advantage?"

Camille shrugged. "Like?"

"I-I don't know, maybe because she's in love with him," Anne said.

"He's trying to manipulate you, Annie. If he were serious about you, he would have come and talked to your father."

"He came yesterday, Mother. And you told him that you will never let him marry me," said Anne, accusingly.

"Who told you?" asked Camille.

"He did. H-He came back during the afternoon and we saw each other by the gardens," lied Anne.

Camille glared at her. "And you saw him alone again? And as for the supposed visit, he lied to you again. He never came and I've never crossed words with him."

"But he told me…"

"He lied to you! Unless you think I'm the liar?" said Camille.

"N-Non, Mother, but please let me go see him," begged Anne. "If I don't, I'll always have this doubt and my heart will never be at peace. Please, I beg you."

Camille sighed. "Alright, tomorrow I'll ask you brother to look for him at the station and tell him to come here."

Anne smiled. "Can I go too?"

"Don't even think about it," hissed Camille. "You are the daughter of Stephan Durand and it'll be embarrassing if they saw you speaking to a simple militia officer."

Anne sniffed. "What ever you say, then, but in any case if it's not true what that woman said, would you allow Maurice to speak to my father?"

"I want to know him first and speak with him," strained Camille. "I'll see then." Anne sighed in relief as her mother left. "Ada, come here," said Camille as the older maid passed by. "No one must know that the militia man that came yesterday actually came, especially my daughter, understand?"

"Oui, Madame," responded Ada.

"And if Annie asks, tell her that the only person that came yesterday was Monsieur Levesque."

"Oui, Madame," repeated Ada.

Anne got up early the next morning and ran towards the station, trying not to be noticed by her family members. She needed to speak to Maurice. She had a feeling that her brother wasn't going to make the matters better. Her heart wanted to believe every word that he said, but her mother's words and of the other woman echoed in her mind.

"Bonjour, Mademoiselle Durand, may I help you?" asked one of the officer.

"Bonjour," said Anne. "May I please speak to Officier Maurice Martin?" she asked.

The officer sighed. "Officier Martin hasn't come back here since yesterday morning, Mademoiselle."

Anne's mouth gaped. "What? Why?"

"I don't know, Mademoiselle, but when he shows up we'll send him to your father," he said, sternly thinking that he has done something wrong to Anne.

"N-Non, it's fine," she said, letting out a sob. "There's no need for that. It's not important. Excusez-moi," she said, before heading back. She sobbed, unable to contain herself. She didn't care who saw her or what would happen to her. Her heart was in threads now.

Anne didn't notice the sudden riot arising on the streets. Women and children were screaming and shrieking. The men were pulling their guns out at each. Some tried to escape and others wanted to join the riot. She felt someone push her and her mind was suddenly back on earth.

She tried to run away from the riot, but people were pushing her opposite direction. She tried to lean against the side of the buildings, but she kept on tripping over. She didn't know what happened next, but she was suddenly hit on the head and everything went black.

Erik went outside to see what the commotion was about. He frowned as Parisians screamed and yelled as they ran past him. He suddenly saw a small figure on the ground and he quickly went to help the woman before she got trampled to death. He picked the young woman in his arms.

"Anne?" he said. She was knocked out cold and there was a bruising forming on the side of the head. Her body had scrapes and bruises as well. He quickly grabbed her and took her into his house.

"Jean! Boil hot water for me," he ordered as he carried Anne to one of his rooms.

"Oui, Monsieur," said Jean, running into the kitchen.

"And tell Josephine to come and help me with the girl." Erik laid her gently on the bed. He turned his head when Josephine entered the room. "Take off her clothes. I'll be right back."

"Oui, Monsieur," she said. Erik quickly went to clean his hands and grabbed the medical bag before going back in the room where Anne was. "I already undressed her. When I was undressing her, she regained consciousness, but she fainted again."

"Did she say anything?" asked Erik, looking at Anne's body. She was turned on her stomach.

"Non."

"Tell me when the water is ready. Go tell your grandfather to go to the Durand's and to let them know that their daughter in here," he said, beginning to check her. Josephine nodded and left the room. Erik lifted the sheet the covered Anne and saw that she was just in her chemise. He hid a blush and sighed. He reminded himself to treat her as a normal patient and began to clean her wounds. Josephine came back with the water and left it for Erik.

Anne began to stir feeling stinging on her back. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around the room, trying to figure out where she was. "Where…?" she tried to say.

"You weren't badly hurt," she heard a male's voice above her. She realized the voice belonged to Erik. She whimpered as she tried to move. "Don't move and let me finish cleaning you."

"But you…?"

"I'm a doctor," he simply said.

Anne gasped looking down seeing that she only had a small chemise on. "Where are my clothes?" she asked, covering herself with the sheets.

"The maid took them off you," explained Erik. "Remain calm. This is going to sting, but it's necessary."

Anne sobbed and hissed as Erik continued his administrations. She never in her life has she felt more humiliated than now.

"Can I help you?" asked Camille as Jean stood in the middle of the doorway.

"My boss, Monsieur Levesque, told me to come here to tell you that Mademoiselle Annabelle is at him house," said Jean out of breath.

Camille frowned. "At his house?"

"Oui, she's very hurt," he said.

Camille's eyes widened. "Hurt? Why?"

"I wouldn't know, Madame," he said.

Camille gasped. "Charlotte! Charlotte!" she yelled, throughout the house.

"Why were you unaccompanied?" asked Erik, as he continued to clean her.

"I-I was going to go visit a close friend," she said, lying.

Erik smiled. "Either way it's better that you have one of your maids to accompany you." Anne winced as he touched a tender spot. Erik watched as she sobbed from the pain and probably from embarrassment. "Let me give you some water."

"Thank you," whimpered Anne.

"Did you notice how I did it?" Erik asked Josephine.

"Oui, Monsieur," she said.

"Do the same to the rest of the scrapes and disinfect them, especially the one on her right leg," he said, handing a glass on water to Anne.

"Oui, Monsieur," she repeated.

Anne winced as she sat up a bit, drinking the water as Erik left. "W-Who changed me?" she asked.

"I did, Mademoiselle," said Josephine.

"Was he here when you changed me?" asked Anne.

"Non."

Anne sniveled. "Then how does he know that I have scrapes on my legs?"

Josephine shrugged. "I went to the water and…"

"So, he was here alone… with me," sobbed Anne. She lay back on the bed, crying into the pillow.

"She has a bruise on her head and that's how she was knocked out. I brought her back to my house because it was closer," Erik explained to Camille and Charlotte.

"Is she badly injured?" asked Camille.

"She has various scrapes and bruises," said Erik.

"Is she already healed?" asked Charlotte.

Erik nodded. "Yes."

"And what did the doctor say?" asked Camille.

Erik sighed. He didn't know if he should tell them or if they should find out on their own. "She should rest until her injuries are gone and clean them frequently with a wet cloth."

Camille nodded. "Can we see her?"

"Of course, right this way," he said, showing them to the room where Anne was at.

"I don't know how to thank you, Monsieur Levesque. It's a miracle from above that sent you to help my daughter," said Camille.

Erik just nodded and continued on his way. He knocked on the door. "A moment, please," yelled Anne, from inside.

"It's me, Annie," said Camille.

"It's my mother. Open the door," said Anne to Josephine. She nodded and quickly opened the door. Both her mother and aunt gasped at the state that Anne was in. "Merci, Josephine, you may leave."

"How can you go into the streets by yourself?" hissed her mother once Josephine left.

"I went to the station," said Anne, still in pain.

"Why?" asked Camille.

Anne looked at her. "Because I had to know!"

"And?"

Anne gulped. "They told me that they don't know anything about him since yesterday," she said, sadly. "He left the station and hasn't returned since."

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