CHAPTER 2

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And right now.

“Get out! Get out!! I don’t need all of these things!”

The sound of something crashing and breaking echoed across the huge room.

The servants, who bowed their heads, stiffened their bodies in response to the Young Master’s anger.

Despite the fact that he was an illegitimate child, his existence was special since he was the sole successor to the Duke’s family with great power. It was also beautiful because it was so noble.

When he first came into this house, everyone was amazed. But that longing did not last long.

At this point, the Young Master’s cruelty was close to madness.

“Can’t you hear what I’m saying? Get out of my way!”

The Madam thought that the cause was that the Young Master’s environment had suddenly changed. So she ordered that a servant of his age be kept with him to make him feel better.

Even adults can’t stand the pressure of working with the little boy. When someone was assigned to be the Young Master’s attendant, there wasn’t a single person who didn’t grab the butler and complain that they couldn’t do it anymore.

As a result, they had no choice but to bring in new servants from outside.

It was the same for today.

It’s said it was Rovel—?

Existing servants pitied the 29th servant with a young face. Even if it isn’t expressed clearly, she would have been surprised. Even If she didn’t hear about the situation, it was obvious what the problem was—.

Obviously, he would be impatient and pitiful as soon as she hears it. Each of them came up with a word or two of comforting words in their heads.

But it was then.

“Get out! Get out! Now—I’m really sick and tired of it—. Wait. What are you doing on your knees?

The servants lifted their heads in response to the Young Master’s words. Then, in front of their eyes, an incredible sight happened.

Even the Young Master, who was half-leaning on the bed head and throwing medicine bottles in every way, was shocked.

“If you’re going to throw it away, throw it in my mouth, Young Master.”

Rovel, the new servant, was kneeling in front of the Young Master, her mouth wide open.

—It’s not an expression people use in situations like this, but it was like a baby bird waiting for its mother’s food endlessly.

Rovel rolled her eyes, as if confused by the suffocating silence. At the same time, she did not close her mouth.

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