Yale Family Estate.
"Bang bang bang—" The sound of objects smashing to the ground kept coming from the living room.
"Master, you're in poor health; you shouldn't get so angry. These things can be replaced if broken, but your body, once it's down, cannot be bought back..." The butler, seeing Sheldon Yale in a towering rage, hurriedly tried to persuade him.
Seeing that Sheldon would not be appeased, he quickly looked toward Misha Evans, who was sobbing uncontrollably.
"Miss Evans, please stop crying and help calm the master down!"
"Who is going to console me if I console Uncle Yale? I even took off my clothes and threw myself at Chester, and he wouldn't even spare me a glance, almost killing me... "
Misha Evans pressed her still-painful neck, her eyes swollen red, gritting her teeth resentfully.
