The woman turned, her face confused for a moment, before she saw what Jiho was pointing at. A servant, dressed modestly in the typical uniform, approached slowly, a familiar face beneath the servant's hat. Jiho's voice was as cold as ice. "There she is, his biggest mistress—your dearest friend."
The air grew heavy with the weight of Jiho's accusation, and the tension in the garden was palpable. Her parents stood frozen, the truth laid bare before them, the illusion of their perfect facade shattered in a single moment.
Jiho's voice rang out with a sharp, commanding edge. "Head maid!"
The woman flinched at the unexpected call, her hands trembling as she hesitated for a brief moment. Slowly, she raised her head, her eyes filled with uncertainty. She stepped forward with careful, almost measured steps, as if each one weighed down by the tension in the room. When she finally reached Jiho, she bowed respectfully. "Yes, my lady, you called?"
