"What rumors?" he inquired.
Her father raised his eyebrows. Now he sat up straight, putting down his papers. Moving her gaze to the third person in the room, Layla continued, "Well, I can't speak in front of others."
"Butler, leave us," He said as he waved his hand to the butler to exit. The butler bowed and exited without any further questions.
"Now tell me," her father commanded.
"You see Father, I overheard rumors circulating the house while working with the servants." Layla looked down at her feet, breaking eye contact. She continued, " That you have become useless, mainly after our fall from the nobility. You were able to survive so far thanks to your stepmother, too."
A loud thud resonated throughout the room. She raised her head to look at her father, who was pressing his fist into the desk. His face was distorted due to anger.
He knocked everything on the table to the ground. The ink spattered across the ground, and the papers flew into the air.
