The father and son immediately made their way toward the Head Butler's office with panic written all over their faces.
The calm and luxurious atmosphere of the Sterling Mansion had completely vanished.
Servants lowered their heads nervously while moving aside from the rushing father and son.
Even the guards stationed around the hallways looked tense after hearing the shouting earlier.
"March!"
Zavier sharply pointed toward the elderly Head Butler the moment they entered the office.
"Yes, Lord Zavier."
March immediately bowed deeply while waiting for instructions.
"Clean up my office immediately and call a wood-crafter to fix the broken lock on the door."
Zavier spoke hurriedly while adjusting his breathing.
His usual noble composure had completely fallen apart.
Then…
He quickly entered the room together with Zara.
Still…
Even at this moment…
He pointed toward a corner coldly.
"Stand there quietly."
Zara immediately obeyed without arguing.
