Evelyn carefully placed the teacup in her hand on the table before looking up at Lancelot.
"Are you questioning me?" Evelyn asked in a low, tense voice. The wrinkles on her face, highlighted by her fury, were especially noticeable.
With a loud crash, Lancelot raised his hand and sent the entire set of cups on the table tumbling to the floor. Glass shattered, pieces scattering everywhere.
Evelyn became furious. "Lancelot, don't forget your place. Are you really going to turn against me over a woman?"
Lancelot remained silent with a cold expression, grabbed a chair, and swung it at the table in front of him.
With a deafening crash, the table was shattered into pieces, everything on it falling to the floor.
"Mr. Foster!" The butler stepped forward, attempting to intervene.
"Don't stop
