Chapter 92

Sheila lowered her head in panic, tightening her grip on the cart handle. Her hands were well-maintained and showed no signs of aging, which proved how sophisticated the owner of said hands usually was. However, Elara noticed that the gaps between her nails and fingertips were stained with red, which looked like… blood. "Ms. Quill—" Before she could finish speaking, Sheila shrank back warily. Her neck twisted strangely as she left hurriedly, pushing the cart before her. Her behavior was downright strange. Elara looked back several times, her steps slowing more and more. The unease in her heart grew. The crashing sound from the water tank had rung out seemingly after whatever was inside had heard her voice. It was as if… the crash had been made to get her attention. She stopped in her tracks. Her mind was fixated on the memory of what she had seen just before the water tank had been wheeled away. As water poured out of the gap between the rim of the water tank and its lid, she h