"Young Madam! I..."
Aunt May hesitated, took a few steps forward, turned off the faucet, gently took the bedding from Evelyn's hands, and softly wiped the water off her face with a towel.
Aunt May looked at Evelyn's hands, which were already chafed and bleeding.
"Young Madam," Aunt May said softly, "how could no one love you?"
Pausing for a moment, Aunt May wanted to say, "The Young Master loves you."
But thinking of what might have happened in this bedroom last night, Aunt May swallowed her words.
"I love you!" Aunt May allowed a faint smile to slip onto her lips, "Maybe someone like me isn't fit to say such a thing, but from the first moment I saw you, I've regarded you as a daughter."
Upon hearing these words, Evelyn's eyes lit up. She clutched Aunt May's hand and said urgently, "Then let's leave here quickly! Let's go! As far away as possible! Aunt May! Let's go now!"
