The next morning, while the rest of the family ate their breakfast in silence, Lady Grantham was busy reading the fuck out of Mrs. Crawley.
"How the fuck this bitch gonna be a lady and work? Sit the fuck down."
Robert had had enough of this dumb bitch.
"Mother, you know I love you, but can you shut your musty ass up?" he roared, standing up and slamming his fist on the table.
"Robert!" Cora exclaimed, placing her hand gently on her husband's arm.
" Excuse me." Robert said gruffly, throwing his napkin down and nearly running from the room.
"I have to go." Cora said, and she too threw down her napkin and left the room, hot on the heels of her bitch ass husband.
The family sat in silence for some minutes, not eating, still in shock caused by the scene that had been made.
" Damn. Y'all are annoying as fuck." Lady Grantham said, disgusted, rolling her eyes and picking up her fork where she had left it on her plate to give the earlier breakfast table drama her full attention.
