"Then you must have something to say to me. Isn't that right, Ruela?" Sisi shifted her gaze to Ruela, who was still sulking, full of grievance.
It was improper for a servant to show any emotion other than obedience in front of their Mistress, so Diane was about to scold her for it.
However, Sisi wasn't upset by this reaction. She glanced at Diane, shaking her head as a sign not to disturb the conversation.
"Tell me what's on your mind, Ruela," Sisi ordered, and Ruela finally opened her mouth.
Her voice wasn't as sweet as it used to be. Sisi still remembered how Ruela's voice had a hint of innocent seductiveness that would definitely charm many men.
But now, after getting her throat slit, her voice had become hoarse like sandpaper, and a bit breathy.
She could still speak normally, but it was far from her usual sweet girl voice. She had lost one of her most potent charms, and Sisi couldn't help but sympathize deeply.
