"Go and see if Miss An is dead or not," the maid who had just screamed pushed another maid.
Then, there came another shrill scream, "She… What's happened to Miss An? She couldn't be dead, could she? This isn't our fault, we were only following the young master's orders to lock Miss An in the storeroom and to not give her food or drink for a day, and we were supposed to bring her sustenance the following day. What do we do now…"
"Why don't you go over and touch Miss An's nose to see if she's still breathing?" suggested the first maid who had screamed in fright.
Upon hearing this, the second maid who had been scared turned pale and hurried to the door, "I don't dare to touch her. I think it's better to report this to the young master first. Let's go…"
"Oh, that's a good idea-let's hurry," agreed the other.
Both maids were pale and ran so fast they forgot to close the door of the storeroom.
In the villa's dining room,
