"Get out!" Trenton suddenly stood up and yelled in a sharp, cold voice.
Once everyone left, the smile on his face disappeared. A dark look took over. That mory from earlier had clearly triggered sothing in him. The anger building up inside him needed a way out.
Why? Why did everyone lie to ? Why did they all betray ?
A sharp pain spread through his chest, making him feel even more restless and gloomy.
"Chantelle Bently!" he growled, clenching his fists. He forced her na out through gritted teeth as if each syllable burned his tongue.
So now, she thought she could go against . Looks like I didn’t teach her well enough. I let her beco wild.
If she refuses to listen to , then she should suffer the consequences.
Trenton pressed a hand to his chest, rembering the mont Chantelle stabbed him. She didn’t hesitate. No fear. No regret. She had really ant to kill him.
Too bad she was too weak. She had the chance to kill him but she failed.
Trenton’s n had already left, but the maids in the castle were still around. They watched him from a distance, sotis he laughed, sotis his face twisted in rage. The sight terrified them. They couldn’t stop trembling.
In the past, whenever Trenton beca like this, the servants were always the ones to suffer. They never knew what kind of twisted punishnt he would use to let out his rage. That’s why, many tis, they tried to act first.
"Trenton, please calm down," one of the castle butlers said while he approached him and handed him a whip.
Getting whipped was better than being boiled alive or impaled.
As soon as Trenton looked at him, the butler dropped to his knees and begged, "Please calm down, Trenton."
Trenton took the whip and lashed it across the butler without a word.
The loud crack of the whip made Trenton feel a little better.
He struck the butler again and again, and with each hit, his mood slowly lightened.
When the butler finally passed out, soone ca and dragged him away.
The rest of the servants kept their heads down, afraid to make a sound.
Still, getting whipped like that will earn an entirely huge reward. Maids or butlers who endured Trenton’s punishnts were often paid more than what a middle-class worker could earn in ten years.
Because of this, the maids at the castle had mixed feelings. They wanted Trenton to beat them so they could earn money, but they were also afraid they might die. They had money, but no chance to enjoy it.
"Trenton, please continue," soone said, holding the whip up with both hands.
But Trenton’s moods were never stable. He kicked the person hard.
"You all think you can teach ?" he said coldly, sitting back on the sofa. His eyes swept over everyone as they quickly looked away.
The one who got kicked didn’t even get the chance to speak. He was dragged away while his mouth was tightly covered.
"We don’t dare! We don’t dare!" the maids said over and over. If Trenton hadn’t forbidden them from kneeling, they would’ve already been on the floor.
Just when everyone thought they’d be punished again without getting anything in return, a woman in her fifties walked in.
The maids looked relieved the mont they saw her.
She walked straight up to Trenton, stepping past the line no one else dared to cross. She handed him a bowl of chicken soup and said, "Sir, have so. You’ve lost a lot of blood. You need to regain your strength."
Trenton’s anger softened. He waved his hand, and the maids silently left.
The maids gave the woman beside Trenton a thankful look before quickly leaving.
"I told you, you don’t have to do these things yourself," Trenton said, frowning when he noticed the burns on her hand.
Images from the past started flashing through his mind, but he pushed them away.
"What else can I do for you when you’re injured badly?" she said, wiping her tears with her sleeve. "At least let make you sothing nourishing."
She wore simple clothes, no different from any grandma who could be seen walking with her grandchildren on the street.
When she saw Trenton’s injuries she began to cry, it was a heartbreaking sight that could move anyone.
"It’s just a small wound," Trenton said as he took the bowl and gently helped her sit down.
He sounded calm, but to everyone else, it felt like he was showing her deep respect.
"Don’t bla them for telling ," she said. "I know you’ve been feeling sad and restless every year since that incident. Chantelle always goes against you. Two years ago, she nearly shot you. Last year, she tied explosives to herself and tried to die with you. And this year, she’d hurt you again."
She beca more emotional as she went on. "If she has a problem, tell her to co to . Don’t let her keep using your kindness to hurt you."
Trenton stared at her in silence and his eyes beca colder with each passing second. He used to see Chantelle as a scared little mouse. She would show her claws from ti to ti, but before he could react, she’d already run away.
He never ant to kill her. He just wanted to ss with her.
But now, thinking it over, she had always been trying to kill him.
"I know you still care about your relationship and never thought of taking revenge on her, but she is determined to avenge her master. You must not be careless!" The woman held Trenton’s hand tightly and warned him seriously.
The look in her eyes and the tone of her voice were full of genuine concern, just like a mother worried about her son.
"I know," Trenton replied absentmindedly.
A trace of disappointnt flickered in the woman’s eyes. She leaned closer and lowered her voice. "Don’t bla for interfering. I’m just worried Chantelle might hurt you again. That’s why I had soone look into her situation in Easthan."
Trenton looked startled and waited for her to go on.
"She’s gotten back together with Mr. Wilson. They’re living under the sa roof and planning to have another child. Mr. Wilson is no fool. I’m afraid he’ll co after you for Chantelle’s sake."
"Him?" Trenton scoffed, though the words "living together" stuck in his mind.
"It’s better to act early than wait for trouble," she said. "Before he gains power and cos after you, take care of it now."
With that, she finally turned to leave, looking satisfied.
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