Anna stumbled backward, clutching her left wrist with her right hand, a sharp yelp escaping her lips.

Hearing Anna’s sharp yelp, two maids rushed into the dining room at once.

One of them gasped, “What happened?”

Anna didn’t answer. She just stood there, wincing.

The maids’ gaze darted around the room before settling on the table, where the stew lay in a messy, spilled puddle. 

Then, their gaze shifted to Anna’s left hand, scalding bright red, the hot stew still sliding from ...