Suddenly, the sound of shattered porcelain came from upstairs.
Then came the anxious sound of the servant, "Oh, Miss Talkington, are you okay?"
Franklin Clegg suddenly turned and dropped his cigar, running upstairs.
Upstairs in the corridor, Victoria was half squatting on the ground, cradling her own ankle.
Next to her were the shattered teapot and hot tea spilled everywhere.
"What were you doing?" Franklin couldn't help but yell, "Can't you even carry a teapot properly?"
The servant immediately knelt on the ground in terror, "I'm sorry, Young Master, I...I didn't see Miss Talkington coming..."
"Silence!" Franklin had already approached, kicking the servant onto the ground, "So by your account, it's Victoria's fault?"
"It's my fault," Victoria hastily said, "I wasn't watching where I was going, and I blindly stumbled over here."
A moment ago, she had intentionally bumped into the servant, leading to her being punished, which made her feel somewhat guilty.
