The lady had not stepped out of her room for three consecutive days.
This meant that she had not eaten or drunk during this period.
Her brother was worried sick over her. He had no idea what could have caused her to lock herself in her room this time.
His mother informed him of his sister's strange behavior the moment he returned from his camp. Obviously, something had upset her to cause a tantrum like this.
"Has she stepped out of the room in these past three days?"
"No… but she did open the door once."
"When was that?"
The servant could still feel a chill running down her spine as she narrated her woeful encounter with the missy last night.
The young woman answered when the maid knocked at her door to deliver her food, but the lady did not look at all like her usual self. With her haggard face looking expressionless, the spoiled missy flipped the tray that the maid held in her hands when the latter tried to pass it to her.
