Just as she managed to get out of the dark alley, she heard a breathing sound above her.

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Julieta became free to act after disguising herself as a maid. She met Lilian, who was now determined to help out, and was on her way back in a carriage. The heat wave seemed to have abated, and she would quickly arrive at the dressing shop, once she was away from Harrods Street.

"Gibson, the weather is so nice. I'm going to walk along, would you like to go on ahead?"

When she opened the window connected to the driver's seat and spoke to Gibson, an unquestionably determined voice replied, "No, miss. If you feel stuffy, it's okay to walk for a while. I'll follow you slowly from behind"

"Well, then I'm sorry. Just go."

"No, miss. I want to enjoy the scenery and follow you slowly."

At Gibson's caring words, Julietta no longer declined and stepped out of the carriage. The weather was just too nice to stay in.

They were about to pa.s.s the boulevard between two mansions, appreciating their gardens.

Something popped out of the narrow alley between the mansions. Surprised, Julietta almost screamed without realizing it, but managed to hold herself back.

She thought it was a ghost, but she looked closely and saw it was a person with white hair. As soon as she approached, surprised by the way the other was crawling on the ground, the person flinched as they felt a person's presence. Julietta was so frightened when she saw the woman who looked up, and quickly approached her. "Are you all right?"

She had thought the person was an old man because of her white hair, but she was a young woman. She had suffered a severe injury to her back, and was missing one leg. In addition, she was wearing nothing but underwear. She was so miserable that her hands were shaking.

Julieta had nothing to give her but a hot summer dress, and quickly took off her dress, calling out to Gibson, who was a little ahead of her.

"Gibson, Gibson! Come back!"

She couldn't yell out to her heart's content in case they heard her inside the mansions. Because it was a simple, easy-to-wear maid uniform, Julietta took off her dress and was now in her underskirt as she covered the woman lying on her stomach. She didn't think to dress her because she was covered with blood-soaked underwear and wounds, and was just going to cover her up.

The dainty, skinny hand grasped the clothes. The woman shuddered and tried to dress herself with discomfort. When Julietta noticed what the woman wanted, she began to help her.

Gibson turned back when he heard Julietta's voice. When he saw Julietta dressed in a short underskirt, he turned his eyes away and looked up. "Miss, oh my G.o.d! What's this?"

Unconcerned Gibson, Julietta worked hard to dress the woman without caring about it. Gibson hurriedly took the knee blanket out of the wagon and put it around Julietta. "Oh, Miss. I didn't see anything. No, it's not like this. Come on. Get on the wagon. I'm afraid someone will come."

When Gibson had eyes in the sky and stamped his feet, Julietta was suddenly conscious of their surroundings and climbed into the carriage he opened.

"Gibson, come on. Let's get her inside the carriage. Come on."

It wasn't until Julietta got into the carriage that Gibson noticed someone else besides her. Now he knew why the lady was in her short underskirt in the middle of the street.

He lifted up the nearly naked woman and put her in a carriage. The woman was so light that even the skinny, thin Gibson could lift her up. As soon as he picked up the woman, Gibson hurried to close the carriage door, and began driving the carriage at high speed.

Julietta breathed a sigh of relief only after pulling down the wide-open wagon curtain. She looked across at the woman sitting on the other side. "Are you all right?"

Phoebe looked at the woman in front of her who had undressed for her. She felt like she had met an angel who came down from the sky.

Since she was struggling with clothes, her black wig was stripped off and hung at an angle on her head. The gleaming blonde hair on her forehead made her look like an angel with a halo.

She was mesmerized by her dazzling expression, and she could feel the angel saying something to her with a worried face. After coming to her senses, Phoebe thanked her with all her heart. "Thank you. Thank you very much for saving me. I will never forget this kindness."

The woman in front of her grabbed the clothes she had barely worn and nodded, and Julietta quickly stopped her. "I think you're not feeling well, but that's all right, so stop that."

Phoebe was fl.u.s.tered by the honorific language she had never heard before. "Lower your words. I'm not the type to hear that."

Julietta spoke strongly, holding the arms of the woman who was desperate and trying to hold her head again. "There is no one who is not a person worthy of hearing that. You and I met for the first time today. So you don't have to be that harsh. What's your name?"