"They will regret it! They will surely regret it." Harold pushed the vase near the door and the antique piece shattered at once. But his anger did not subside. He then kicked the table and sent it flying on the floor.
He threw the painting of the marquis next. Its glass shattered and the shard fell all over the ground. Then the cushions, sofa, chairs. Everything went flying into the room or got broken.
The servants hid in the corners or leaned on the wall trying to disappear themself. They have never seen the marquis acting like this before. He had always been so calm and collected thinking with brains and never let his emotions out. Even Callum was shocked.
