Emma entered the door of the big mansion, sighing loudly. She couldn't believe she ended up coming back here again.
"Madam…" A young maid, clearly anxious and slightly irritated, rushed over. "Where did you go?" There was a hint of dissatisfaction in her voice.
"Calming my mind," Emma replied, not wanting to prolong the conversation. She was exhausted. Heading straight to her room, she decided to take a bath and sleep before starting the search for the book again.
"Ah, I hate her..." Though the maid's voice wasn't loud, Emma heard it clearly. She stopped and turned.
"Why do you hate me?" she asked, her voice steady but tinged with weariness. "Did I do something to deserve it?" Her eyes were solemn, perhaps from the exhaustion that weighed on her both mentally and physically.
"Ah... you heard it wrong, madam," the young maid replied awkwardly, her discomfort obvious. She couldn't hide her expression, and it was clear she didn't really like Emma.
