The steward's screams echoed constantly, awakening many people, even the residence's guards hurried over.
But rushing into the room to check, the steward seemed unharmed at least physically, though mentally unstable, repeatedly shouting about seeing ghosts—headless female ghosts, hanged female ghosts, drowned female ghosts, all of them were young maidens.
"How could there be ghosts? Our residence treats servants the best." Someone muttered, but with so many people in the Laundry Workshop, no one noticed which clumsy maid said it.
The little maid's mouth slightly curled upward, isn't the master supposed to be kind? Just let them see then.
The steward had a mental breakdown, guards called for a doctor, who prescribed calming medicine, but upon awakening, she screamed crazily again. She had family members also working at Bai Residence, fearful of the impact, she was granted sick leave and taken home to recuperate.
