The steward thought it over. Indeed, if madam's reputation was ruined, she would definitely take it out on him as well. Weighing the pros and cons, the steward gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, reached for the teapot on the table, squeezed his eyes shut, steeled his heart, and whoosh—poured the whole pot of tea over Lady Zhang's head…
"Aaahhh…!"
Lady Zhang let out a shrill, miserable scream, jumped up like she'd gone mad, clawing frantically at the clothes on her body, her expression twisted with pain.
The steward and the Doctor were delighted; this move really worked. Lady Zhang let go of the Doctor. It was just… something felt off. Her expression seemed a bit too exaggerated, didn't it? It was just a pot of tea—did it really warrant that kind of reaction?
The Maid at the side stared wide‑eyed at the steward in disbelief and asked, "Steward, why did you pour boiling water on madam?"
Hearing this, the steward was utterly stunned. "W‑what? B‑boiling water?"
