Another maid listened for a while, her face filled with confusion. "I didn't hear anything. I only heard Mr. Manfred talking to himself."
"Did I mishear? Could it be that Mr. Manfred, living alone here with no one to talk to, has started to lose his mind? The more I think about it, the more it seems possible," the other maid wondered aloud.
"It seems possible."
"Wait, let's get closer and take a look. Mrs. Atkinson told us to keep a close eye, just in case someone is sneaking around helping Mr. Manfred."
The two maids murmured to each other as they made their way to the courtyard. They quietly approached the window and gently poked a hole in the paper panel to get a better view.
What they saw next was beyond belief.
Manfred was talking to himself while eating. His eyes would occasionally gaze lovingly at the empty space across from him, as though someone were really there.
The two maids immediately turned pale with fear. They hurriedly left the scene.
A moment later, they were standing before Zea, recounting what they had just witnessed. They vividly described the chilling scene, with one maid adding a few words after another. Zea frowned deeply, trying to process it.
"Talking to himself?" she repeated, her expression tense.
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