She raised her eyebrows at me questioningly and then answered me in a calmer tone before

, "Who else is the reason? I tried to talk to him, but when I said your name in front of him, he moved like an insect in his body. I've never seen him in that condition in the life I lived in his house."

“Again…..how could I be the reason? And untie me before I get angry and make you regret pinning me like that, wooden one!!!”

I screamed again, trying to get out of my impatience by yelling at her.

"I want answers, no questions, and stop screaming, I'm here with you...