Bang.
The sound of everything falling and scattering over the floor echoed in the room, followed by the ugly clattering of something breaking and shattering into pieces.
Aileen, who stood on the side, winced when he saw Yakov lose his temper. He dared not make a noise as he looked at his master, who seemed really angry.
However, there was someone who was daring enough to poke the raging tiger in the nose.
"Is this how you should be welcoming your father?" Lord Sceptre questioned calmly as he picked up the teacup on the table and blew over the chamomile tea.
Yakov raised his head. His gaze slowly turned to the couch where his father was sitting and he questioned, "Just—what do you think you are doing here, father?"
