The Joker

"Are you sure?" Emmeline asked, her eyes red with frenzy.

The maid cowered where she stood, shaking as she looked back and forth for help, only to find none. What help was she going to receive when it was just her and Emmeline, in the guestroom meant for the latter? No one else would come here other than the master and mistress of the household― and they were out for the night.

"Y-Yes, Miss Emmeline," she said, her lips wobbling. It was difficult to even maintain a proper tone. "Someone at the hospital saw Miss Kentwood present as well. She was prescribed some medication and vitamins for natal healthcare― ah!"

A scream tore through the maid's throat when the vase shattered right at her feet, some of the shards scratching her skin enough to draw blood. Thankfully, it wasn't a serious injury, but the maid still fell to her knees in fright.

"Get out!" Emmeline hollered, her shoulders heaving up and down as she paced the room.