She screamed, tears streaming down her face.
However, no matter how she struggled and cried out, she was eventually forcibly dragged to the second floor.
The living room finally became quiet again, and even the air seemed to have frozen.
The light from the crystal chandelier was somewhat glaring.
He slowly turned around, looking at Curtis Prescott who had been silently standing by the side.
"Curtis, don't blame her. She's spoiled, been willful since she was young, and doesn't understand boundaries in what she says or does. Today's incident... don't take it to heart."
He paused, lowering his voice a few notches.
"I've also heard some of the rumors circulating outside. Things like the young lady is interested in you, or that you're not following the rules... All these rumors are utterly ridiculous, and I don't believe a word of it."
As he spoke, he shook his head, his expression resolute.
