"Derrick!" Lady Loretta scolded her son, startled by how he had raised his voice at Miranda.
"Mom, I'm sorry, but why are you caring about the maid? She woke up late and is still delaying your breakfast. Don't you see how tardy she looks? She should be fired and sent away from here," Derrick said, his deep blue eyes fixed on Miranda.
She was scared when she met his gaze, which looked deadly, as if he wanted to personally discipline her for daring to let his mother starve, knowing how much she enjoyed her services.
"I... I am sorry, sir. I will go and serve Mother's breakfast now," Miranda quickly bolted away from them, and Alex remained silent. Alex didn't think too much about Derrick's reaction, knowing Derrick was principled and didn't tolerate nonsense or laziness.
"That's okay, De
