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Yvonne's inner voice whispered:
[If Madame finds out the steward is Mr Winston's illegitimate son, she'll be devastated.]
[And he's been embezzling from the vault more than once… Should I tell Madame?]
"—?!"
I looked down carefully and noticed the steward bore a resemblance to Wilson in his younger days.
Realizing I'd been interacting with that bastard's son all along, I kicked him down in fury.
I've been trained in combat since childhood. That kick sent him flying, blood spraying from his mouth.
"What have I done wrong, Madame? Please, tell me!" the steward cried out in panic.
"Your mistake," I said coldly, "is appearing in front of me."
I narrowed my eyes. "Guards! Drag him away and give him fifty strikes!"
"—Wait!" Wilson rushed over.
"He's just a servant, darling. There's no need to make a scene."
"Besides, you haven't been well lately. Let him go — consider it an act of kindness for your own sake."
I sneered inwardly, noticing the hidden rage and concern in his eyes.
"Don't say another word, dear husband. If I don't punish him today, I'll punish every servant here!"
The servants trembled in fear. Yvonne's eyes darted around nervously.
[Oh no! Does Madame discover that half the stewards and accountants are Father's children?!]
Yvonne's inner voice almost made me spit blood.
"Th-they will all be punished — every one of them!"
As my voice echoed, the courtyard filled with cries of agony.
Wilson watched his children being punished, his heartache written all over his face. He couldn't hold back his anger anymore.
"Sophia, you vicious—"
Before he could finish, I slapped him hard across the face.
"You — how dare you hit me?!"
"I'll hit you if I want to. Since when do I need your permission?" I smiled coldly.
"Did you forget that this is my estate? Whether I punish servants — or you — no one dares to question me!"
Wilson shrank back at my words, then quickly put on a flattering expression.
"I-I spoke out of turn just now, darling. Please forgive me… I have official documents waiting in the study. I must take my leave."
[Liar! His position is practically honorary — otherwise, how would he have so much free time to raise mistresses outside?]
Yvonne's inner voice chimed in at the perfect moment.
I clenched my fists.
"— Guards! Drag him away and whip him!"
