Minimus Hart was so anxious that her entire head was covered in sweat. The perspiration soaked her hair and trickled down her scar-covered face.
In her wretchedness, she seemed somewhat terrifying.
A cold sweat broke out all over her back. Minimus Hart looked as if she had just been fished out of water—soaked, trembling violently, her eyes filled with terror. "Because... because I helped Amelia Shaw before, the maniac has held a grudge and has been constantly looking for trouble with me. After all, Young Master, you used to admire Amelia Shaw. When she returned, I subconsciously treated her as the future mistress. The maniac resented me for this, making things difficult and targeting me at every turn. I was acting in self-preservation, so... so I started to fight back."
