Theresa observed as Takumi meticulously arranged the items he had procured for her—technically through the assistance of his household staff, who had been tasked with purchasing essentials such as clothing and undergarments on her behalf.
Before Takumi could place the newly purchased items into the bag—also one of his thoughtful acquisitions—a maid entered the room and seamlessly took over the task, her movements efficient and unassuming. Takumi stepped aside, allowing her to continue, though his presence lingered, offering a subtle reassurance.
Theresa sat nearby, her fingers pressing anxiously against the call card hidden in her pocket. She longed to share the truth with Takumi, to tell him everything she had discovered. Yet, each time the words formed in her mind, they dissolved under the weight of uncertainty.