"Right, right, we were just about to leave, and we were saying we should say goodbye to you, hehe, see you next time."
After speaking, the two hurried away.
Victoria Sheldon watched their flustered retreat and thought about what they had just said, clenching her fists in anger.
A bunch of weather vanes!
After standing in place for a while, she turned and headed toward the living room.
"Ah—let me out—you bastards—I want to go home! I want to find Lawrence Turner—" Serene Abel's screams, accompanied by the sound of slamming doors, drifted down from upstairs.
Victoria Sheldon hurried upstairs, where servants were barricading the door to Serene Abel's bedroom, some with bloody scratches on their faces.
"What's going on? I asked you to take care of Miss, what are you all doing standing at the door?"
"Madam, Miss she..." A servant hesitated to speak.
"Spit it out, what are you mumbling for? Speak up!"
