After stopping Ellie, Greg hurriedly raised a hand to wipe away his sweat, then turned back to explain to Victoria and the other two:
"Of course, please don't get the wrong idea! Her name is Ellie Hill, and she's my personal maid. She's looked after me since I was little! What she said just now might have been a little... extreme, but she absolutely didn't mean it the way you're thinking! She's just, just too worried about me. She's afraid some... uh, bad women might trick me, so she overreacted a little! There's really nothing else to-"
Before Greg could finish, Ellie suddenly interjected, her voice heavy with resentment:
"When you asked me for that money, you certainly weren't treating me as a maid anymore, you heartless man."
Greg: "!!!"
He whipped his head around and stared at Ellie with wide eyes, looking as though he had swallowed a fly whole.
Come on, I finally almost had everything cleared up! Don't suddenly make this complicated again!
"I..."
Greg tried to salvage the situation.
But Ellie seemed not to hear his despair. She sighed softly, a sigh that seemed to contain endless resignation and indulgence, then raised her eyes. Her pale blue gaze swept over Victoria and the other two, each wearing a different expression, as she said:
"Very well. Since you insist, I'll admit that I am indeed Young Master Greg's maid. The kind who specifically attends to his desires."
Victoria looked disgusted.
Sylvia's eyes shook with shock.
Greg felt his vision go dark and his blood pressure soar. "I'm the one who handles your desire to beat people up! Don't just make up new details!"
A shy smile suddenly appeared on Ellie's face, and her voice softened, sounding almost coy:
"Oh, stop it, Young Master Greg~ Why must you