Did she really hear a woman's voice just now? But the voice was a bit delicate and soft, it probably wasn't a scream from falling, right?
The housekeeper leaned against the door, listening carefully, then waved his hand, dismissing everyone.
This kind of situation probably isn't the right time to interrupt.
He knew the young master's temper and character. If they intruded unwisely, there's no telling what the consequences might be. Just knocking on the door was already a mistake.
Besides, with the young master in the room, how could he possibly let the young mistress fall?
The meaningful look on the housekeeper's face made a few servants exchange knowing glances and understanding smiles, then they tiptoed quietly down the stairs.
Who knows how much time passed, but Charlotte was still lounging languidly on the sofa, feeling the warm breeze of the hairdryer gently blowing from above her head.
