When Skye Brown held Molly Wellington's hand and came down the stairs,
Mrs. Johnson, Mandy Jenkins, was elegantly sitting on the sofa, sipping tea slowly.
Hearing the noise, she raised her eyes and clearly saw that beautiful delicate face—
With a "crash," the high-end bone china teacup fell to the ground.
It smashed on the floor, breaking into several pieces.
And the scalding tea inside the cup splashed onto Mrs. Johnson's leg.
"Ah..." Mandy Jenkins screamed and stood up to dodge.
The servants around her immediately reacted, busily going up to help.
And because of Mandy Jenkins's arrival, Mr. Stephenson, who recovered his position from a low-ranking servant to a butler, immediately stepped forward to support her.
"Madam, be careful, quickly... quickly sit down... Oh dear, let me have a look... It's already blistering..."
Mr. Stephenson exaggeratedly said, squatting down without any scruples, and blew on the blisters on Mrs. Johnson's calf with his mouth.
