The maid saw her almost fall down the stairs several times, and rushed up to help her in fear. "Miss Moore, let me help you upstairs."
Norris's skin was pale, and when the maid looked at her, she saw a pale and haggard face with red eyes, clearly filled with grievances from being bullied.
At home, although Norris could sometimes be willful, who could blame her for being so pretty and clever? Even if she was a bit spoiled, everyone was willing to pamper her. There was hardly anyone who didn't like her among the household servants, especially now with her pitiful, tearful expression that melted one's heart.
The young maid sympathized, "Miss Moore, who has been bullying you? What happened...?"
It's been over a month since Trenton Smith last visited, and now Norris was in such a disheveled state, it looked as if they were breaking up, which worried everyone in the household.
Norris sniffled and said softly, "I'm just a bit tired... Help me up the stairs, please. I feel dizzy."
