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The old mansion had already been thrown into chaos, and none of the servants could count how many slaps they had taken from Sheryl Lancaster since early morning.
If they served too hot a cup of water, she slapped them; if the food wasn't good, she slapped them; she had a pile of clothes prepared yet threw them all into the trash, venting her anger at them.
After Titus Quinn brought Sheryl Lancaster back to the old mansion, he left by himself, leaving two or three servants with faces swollen like buns. The old Mr. Quinn was hospitalized and had always been so kind to them, never treating them like mere servants. How could they provoke him in times like this?
"Throw all of these away," Sheryl Lancaster's fingers glided over some of Mr. Quinn's favorite antique paintings. "What are these worthless things; they're such an eyesore. Throw them away, and don't let me see these old things again."
