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Amina handed the child back to its mother for care.
She looked around, carefully checking the surroundings.
After confirming there was nothing unusual, she headed straight toward the woodshed where firewood was stored for winter.
She pushed open the door and searched inside the woodshed for the figure she was hoping to find, using the faint light coming through the cracks.
"Over here."
A calm and clear male voice sounded.
Amina quickly turned her head toward the corner, her eyes lighting up instantly.
She hastily closed the door of the woodshed, then bowed to the young man in the corner.
"Good day, respected Baron Harun."
Amina's etiquette was a bit rushed.
But she did not intend any disrespect to Baron Harun; it was simply her anxious state of mind.
Looking at the young man in front of her, her heart pounded violently as she couldn't help but ask, "Is what you said in the letter true?"
Baron Harun nodded calmly.
