"Young lady! What happened to you?" Aunty Crox ran toward the door as soon as she saw Cynthia dripped in water and her face red.
Did… did my young lady fell in a pond? Did someone bully her? I must tell madam or else my elegant miss will get hurt.
This was written on her wrinkled face covered with anxiety. She took Cynthia bag from her hand and observed her more closely after getting no reply.
A man blazer? What's going on?
She looked at Cynthia with her curious eyes and whined, "Did someone bullied you, miss?".
Cynthia knew that until she doesn't speak, Aunty Crox will keep bothering her. She let out a sigh while taking off the coat and sitting on the coach relaxedly.
"No one bullied me. It was a small accident and nothing more. Aunty, don't be worried and please dry clean that coat for me. I need to return it back," she replied avoiding those eyes that were penetrating and searching for the truth.
