In the city, at Butler's Estate.
"Where are they? Have they all been sent out?" Count Butler stood in the middle of the main hall, his face filled with anger.
"My lord, they have all been sent out..." Seeing his master's foul mood, the steward spoke with even greater caution.
"Hmph! Once Suria is dragged back here, I'll teach him a proper lesson! He even dares to disobey my orders. The useless wretch does nothing right and ruins everything!" After a few curses, Count Butler sighed.
"Is there no news at all? Who was the last person to see him? Bring him in." After all, Suria was his own flesh and blood. The bond between them was difficult to sever. Even a worthless son was better than another family's outstanding boy.
Although Count Butler spoke harshly, at a critical moment like this, he could not possibly remain unconcerned about his worthless son's safety.
How could a steward who had worked for the family for years fail to understand that? At a time like this, he did his best to show concern for Suria's safety.
When his lord ordered him to fetch someone, he immediately nodded and answered deferentially, "Yes, I'll bring him in at once."
The steward slowly backed out. Only after reaching the courtyard did he straighten his bent back.
Quite a few servants stood there, each too frightened even to breathe loudly.
They were all household servants. Although they were not Suria's confidants, if something happened to their master, none of them could escape responsibility.
Besides, whenever Suria caused trouble, these servants were the ones punished. This time, Suria had run off on his own, and the moment they were summoned, they knew things looked bad.
Count Butler's temper was particularly fierce today. They genuinely feared that if