It had been almost five years since Tyler had been struck by a noble. In his mind, he wondered at how their hits felt worse than those from other servants and commoners.
Growing up, Tyler had been hit by many servants in the Kramer Estate. Mostly because he was dirty, but mainly because of his mannerisms.
The way he stood.
The way he sat.
The way he responded.
The way he looked at people.
One time, he had even breathed too loudly and had received a thrashing from the head butler, in the presence of other servants – he had been twelve years old.
That last time flashed in Tyler’s mind, and the bile rose in his stomach.
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“Where is my mother?” Tyler screamed at the Lord and Lady Kramer.
“You dare to raise your voice here? Who do you think you are? Have you forgotten your p
