Outside the door.
"Boss"
The servant standing guard spotted Tyler and deliberately raised his voice.
"Let me push your wheelchair."
"What are you all doing here?"
Tyler's voice cut through the air, sharp with impatience.
"Where's Mother?"
"Madam is in the living room with Steward Norris," the servant answered truthfully.
"Shall I take you there?"
"Hmph."
Tyler responded with a dismissive grunt, his irritation barely concealed.
No matter how you looked at it, Norris was just a servant who'd come from the Luther Family's old estate.
mother you shouldn't be discussing everything with him as if he were some confidant.
By the time Tyler reached the living room, Margaret was supposedly sitting on the sofa, her expression betraying nothing.
Meanwhile, Norris stood with his head bowed to one side.
The scattered throw pillows on the floor and the spilled tea on the table were clear evidence of Margaret's earlier outburst.
No wonder she had sent everyone away.
