Pakin’s P.O.VThe sharp sound of shattering glass echoed through the mansion, and within moments, hurried footsteps filled the hallway. The maids braved their anxieties and rushed in, their faces etched with concern as they took in the scene.They looked at the broken bottle, the spilled wine, to my hand, then to May.Miriam was the first to step forward, reaching out to me. “Khun nooh, you’re hurt—”“I’m fine,” I cut in firmly. Despite myself, I knew I really had to take care of May first. I realized now that I had let her misery fester for too long. “Stay back,” I told them. “You all might get hurt too.”A few of the maids hesitated, but I could see their worry lingering. “Alright, if you really want to help, then just clean up the glass,” I said, glancing toward the shards that glistened dangerously across the marble floor. “I&rsqu
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