The butler's words made a bit of sense to Lawrence, but that didn't stop him from finding the whole situation unbearably heavy. Tears stung his eyes, which he wiped away with the back of his frail, wrinkled hand. "You are right, she is such a good girl, I can't let her get punished."
His gaze suddenly turned sharp, landing on the guilty Paula. He gritted his teeth. "PAULA!"
In normal times, he loved to tease her and would call her "Paula Pussy Peter," but whenever he was being dead serious, he would call her by her first name, and she couldn't control the instinctive trembling of her body whenever this happened. He was truly a scary man, despite his old age.
