Dylan Collins scanned the room and it wasn't as meticulously cleaned as it usually was by the servants. No matter how tidy Hallie Morgan could clean, she couldn't be as fast and steady as the professionals. Dylan Collins' eyebrows furrowed seriously.
He reached out, pulling Hallie up, and they left the room.
"It seems that it may be time for a change in our current household staff."
In the living room, he spoke to the maid standing by, in a cold voice.
The maids, startled, hurriedly explained, "Sir, it was Madam Olive who said that Miss Morgan should learn these tasks, so we were told not to intervene in Miss Morgan's room..."
With a loud "thump," Dylan Collins' palm slammed down heavily on the table.
"Does no one in this house understand who is in charge?"
"We're sorry..." The maids instantly began to tremble.
Dylan Collins took a deep breath and looked at Hallie, "Go get the first aid kit."
He carefully took out the ointment and applied it to Hallie's tender palms.
