I'm Sorry For The Loss Of Your Parents

Sarai’s POV

After a few seconds had passed, I opened my eyes carefully, shocked that I had not yet felt the impact of the slap on my face.

It was a shock to me, and I was surprised to see that it was not even a slap in the first place.

With a finger pointed at Cynthia, he began to speak.

“You are doing an appalling job of watching this other maid. You have come here many times before, and you know how I feel about other people touching my things.”

Cynthia colored and smoothed down her skirt, stammering through a greeting.

“G-g-good morning sir,” she responded,

“I tried to get her not to touch anything. I told her to just stand in the corner of the room and not do anything. I did give her instructions, but she seems to be incapable of following them.”

She seethed, biting out the last part at me.

I blanched and attempted to sink into the ground and never come out again.

“Agreed, that she is clumsy, but you should have been checking in on her on occasion. From what I heard, her ar