"Yes, Miss Moore."
The servant hurriedly bowed his head and quickly walked upstairs. Even though she had been there for nearly a week, she still wasn't accustomed to Tasha Moore's temper.
When Mrs. Johnson came by, Tasha Moore was that elegant, mild-tempered lady. But as soon as Mrs. Johnson left, Tasha Moore reverted to being this irascible woman with a coarse tone.
Sometimes, she wondered if Tasha Moore had a dual personality.
Otherwise, how could someone change so drastically?
All the servants here were afraid of her and didn't dare talk too much in front of Mrs. Johnson, only suffering in silence.
"Knock knock knock—"
The servant gently knocked on Sky Moore's room, and a milky voice from inside said, "Come in."
As the servant entered, he saw Sky Moore struggling to dress himself.
His small arms and legs made it quite a difficult task.
The servant stepped forward to help, but upon seeing the bruises on Sky Moore's arms and shoulders, she gasped in shock.
