The Musaev family's rules?
Emma turned around, confused, and looked at Musaev Jr. "You know that vase is just a fake, so why make things difficult for a servant?"
What kind of family rules could be so rigid, treating others like mere insects?
"Rules are rules. They can't be broken. That's how it works in the Musaev family," he said, his tone heavy with hidden meaning.
He looked at her with an intense gaze, "However, there are exceptions."
She frowned, "What exceptions?"
"If someone special pleads for leniency, it's possible to lighten the punishment."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of dull thuds and a maid's screams echoed from the courtyard.
"Please, Master, have mercy! I won't do it again!"
"Ah!"
"White, please help me!"
Musaev Jr.'s eyes gleamed as he watched her.
