"So, what did you do this time to provoke that girl, Irene Morton?" Luke Land looked at Asher Land in confusion, his face full of helplessness. "Yesterday she went home and smashed everything she could find. All the servants, including me, got a good scolding."
"Hey, say something!"
Luke Land, who had been rambling and complaining without getting any response from Asher Land, was finally a bit annoyed. There was no need to say it; Irene's behavior was definitely related to Asher Land.
"Even if you're a pitiful sight, what does it have to do with me?"
"..."
As soon as Asher Land spoke, Luke Land was so frustrated he almost vomited blood.
"I mean, can't you have a bit of compassion? It's you who provoked that girl, Irene Morton. She doesn't dare act out in front of you, so we're the ones suffering. And now, instead of comforting me, you're making such sarcastic comments!" Luke Land wore an expression of utter despair, yet Asher Land remained calm and collected.
