Chapter 1947: Song Enya turns eerie.
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The lady had not stepped out of her room for three consecutive days.
This ant that she had not eaten or drunk during this period.
Her brother was worried sick over her. He had no idea what could have caused her to lock herself in her room this ti.
His mother inford him of his sister’s strange behavior the mont he returned from his camp. Obviously, sothing had upset her to cause a tantrum like this.
“Has she stepped out of the room in these past three days?”
“No... but she did open the door once.”
“When was that?”
The servant could still feel a chill running down her spine as she narrated her woeful encounter with the missy last night.
The young woman answered when the maid knocked at her door to deliver her food, but the lady did not look at all like her usual self. With her haggard face looking expressionless, the spoiled missy flipped the tray that the maid held in her hands when the latter tried to pass it to her.
The poor servant fell to the floor and was badly scalded by the hot broth. In the end, her hands needed to be treated and bandaged.
This was not the first ti the spoiled brat had taken her temper out on the servants. The rich girl was too temperantal to be waited upon and always wanted to have her way. She was indubitably the worst in the entire household.
The servant reminded cautiously as she looked at the young master, “Sir, what do we do? The missy hasn’t eaten for three days now. Her body may be unable to hold out any longer.”
“Must I need your reminder?” The man sniggered in ire.
He knocked on the door lightly before calling his sister’s na gently. “Enya, it’s ; can you open the door, please?”
Nothing stirred inside the room.
The man furrowed his brows quizzically. He knocked and called a few more tis to no avail. There was neither a reply nor movent observed.
Feeling skeptical, he turned to the servant. “Are you sure that the young lady has not stepped out of the house at all? Is she really inside this room?”
“Yes! Missy didn’t leave the room at all. The servants have been keeping watch outside. We didn’t see her leave the room.”
Just as the man was beginning to doubt the servant’s report, he heard approaching footsteps from the other side of the door.
His face broke into a grin as the door was opened from the inside but was taken aback at the look of his sister who showed up before him.
The lady had beco unrecognizable in the span of three days.
She had not taken any food or had drunk anything during this period; neither had she removed her makeup. He could tell that she had been crying all this ti with her puffy, red eyes and swollen cheeks. Her face looked terrible due to the lack of sleep.
“Enya...”
“Hi, brother, welco ho...”
The woman greeted him with vacuous eyes. Without any expression on her dusky and lifeless face, she appeared like a broken-down puppet with hollow eyes.
“What... happened to you?”
He had never seen his sister in such a pathetic state before.
“He he... I’m very well,” she answered impassively, not a hint of emotion in sight
He was expecting her to exhibit the sa behavior as in the past, either taking her anger out on the servants or coming to cry in his arms.
There was none of that. Instead, she gazed back at him with her eerie and empty-looking orbs. It was as if she were staring right through him and beyond.
The servant was equally mortified. Plucking up her courage, she probed the young lady. “Miss, do you want to eat sothing? Everyone is worried—”
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