"Why are you here?"
"Didn't Young Madam... instruct me... to come here to clean?" Ursa Miller replied shakily, collapsing to the ground with a thud, staring blankly at the floor, breathing deeply and unable to recover from the shock for a long time.
Aurelia Shaw had actually forgotten about this.
"I'm sorry, I thought there was a thief in the house just now. I didn't know it was you; did I scare you?" Aurelia Shaw said apologetically, reaching out to help her up. Seeing the knife in her hand, she quickly threw it to the floor and helped Ursa Miller to sit on the sofa, pouring her a glass of water.
Ursa Miller held the hot water with both hands and drank a few sips, gradually emerging from the shadow of a near-death fear. She looked at Aurelia Shaw and asked, "Young Madam, why did you have a knife?"
