"What the hell have you done?" Sophia's chest burnt. Her whole body quivers with rage when the housekeeper informed her about the events of the night.
Seething with rage, she went to confront her husband only to find her sleeping leisurely on the ground among the shattered pieces of the glass. He looked no less than a drunkard lying on the roads.
Her eyes burnt and she picked up a bottle of wine and splashed it on him. The man frowned and tossed on the ground. But he did not wake up, making her grit her teeth so hard that they may fall.
"This!" her chest heaved and her hands clenched into a tight fist. "Agatha, ask the staff to leave the house. Only you will stay." the words came out burning.
Agatha did not dare to speak. She left as soon as she was commanded. When the door was closed, Sophia walked in her high heels and pressed them hard on his hand.
