A while later, Lisa returned to the sitting room with her luggage. Climbing down the stairs, she caught sight of a maid hurrying away with her head bowed. Her behavior looked suspicious. She wanted to ignore it but then, the maid from yesterday flashed past her mind.
"Halt!"
The maid froze in her spot, but refused to look at Lisa.
"Drag yourself here," Lisa ordered.
The maid wasted a few minutes before she finally obeyed.
"You were the maid carrying the framed photos of Linda yesterday, right?"
The maid bowed her head even more, probably to hide her face. Her hands on her apron tightened. Maybe she was nervous, or just trying to make it seem so.
"I'm not speaking to a dead person, am I?"
"Ye– yes, Miss. It was I…" she fell to her knees and started kowtowing and screaming on top of her lungs, begging.
