Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband - Chapter 173
Chapter 173: Chapter 173: Who asked you to clean up the garbage!?
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After a standoff of just under three seconds, Baron Stuart quickly turned to dash downstairs, hollering at the living room, “Who cleaned my room today!?” He was furiously indignant, visibly in a terrible mood.
Still at the dinner table, Vivian Ferguson and Bella Stuart were both taken aback as they saw him suddenly rush down and rage at the servants. Their movements halted mid-meal, watching him in a daze.
Servants were always terrified when the master was angry, fearing they had accidentally provoked their master, thus losing their good jobs.
A few of the aunt servants hurried to the living room after hearing his shout, their hearts racing in fear as they looked up at the Young Master on the staircase.
“Stuart, what happened?” Vivian Ferguson also got up and walked into the living room. Seeing her son enraged, she became somewhat puzzled.
Baron Stuart ignored his own mother and instead glared with evident anger, “I asked who cleaned my room?!”
Time seemed to stand still for a few seconds. The atmosphere was somewhat terrifying, as if the entire living room was filled with the smell of gunpowder, just waiting to explode.
A moment later, a servant aunt came in from outside the living room just in time to hear Baron Stuart’s roar.
She shivered, taking a fearful step forward without daring to look at Baron
Stuart, her voice trembling, “It… it was me.”
All the servants of the Stuart family knew that their young master did not like other people cleaning his room while he was still in it, so the aunt servants would only go up to tidy and organize the room when he went downstairs for breakfast.
This was how it had always been until now, and today was no exception.
But why did the young master suddenly lose his temper? Could it be that he lost something? Or did she break something?
But according to her memory, she didn’t think she had broken anything.
Hearing her, Baron Stuart turned to the aunt servant, his voice grave, “Who told you to clean the trash can?”
The aunt paused, somewhat taken aback.
Didn’t the young master dislike leftover stuff from the previous day being in his room the next day? So cleaning the trash can every day was a must.
Seeing his grumpy face, the servant was terrified, thinking she had done something she shouldn’t have, and was panicking.
Being servants, no matter how right they were, they were always wrong in front of the master!
Seeing her son irrationally getting angry, Vivian Ferguson on the side had no choice but to speak, “Stuart, isn’t it always that someone cleans your room when you are eating? That rule was made by you.”
Baron Stuart glanced at the scared servant aunt, still ignoring his mother, but he did take in her words.
“Where did you throw the trash from my room?” Baron Stuart stared at the servant, asking in a deep voice.
The aunt was filled with fear, and her voice trembled as she said, “At…at the first trash can at the entrance of the residential area…
Before the servant could finish speaking, Baron Stuart was already seen dashing out.
(Note: The residential area refers to an upscale villa complex, not a residential district.)
Watching her brother who suddenly rushed out, Bella Stuart also had a puzzled look on her face. Could it be that her brother had lost something?
The Stuart Manor wasn’t far from the entrance, and about ten minutes later, Baron Stuart returned, his light blue shirt in disarray. This was the first time that she had seen him in such a state.
Because her brother was the cleanest person she knew!
Vivian Ferguson at the side was so surprised that she could hardly speak, asking, “Stu… Stuart, what is….”
