He's running late again...

She sat by the window, fingers absently running through her blue-tinted hair as she muttered under her breath. Warm sunlight streamed into the room, but her expression carried an unmistakable loneliness

The door opened quietly as she slipped inside with practiced silence

Mrs. Lydia, would you like me to prepare some tea for you?

She bowed her head respectfully, though her eyes held a calculating gleam

Funny how my husband only seems to smile for Nina these days.

Her lips curved into a bitter smile that didn't reach her eyes

She hesitated for just a moment before stepping closer, her voice dropping to a soft whisper

Sir, I'll always be here for you. If there's something Mrs. Lydia can't provide... I could fill that void.