WRITER’S POV
It was close to the morning than midnight when the viscount’s house went from being quiet and erupting in noise, waking the whole household up,
The consistent banging on the doors couldn’t even let a dead man Rest In Peace, Phillip had woken up in irritable anger and confusion as to who was disturbing everyone, the person was going to get sure of his wrath from the viscount.
Who the bloody hell is that banging on the door?!.
The viscount raged as he tied his robe, his other hand with a shotgun ready to blow whose person head it was, He heard a small noise outside, his maid had crept in with a worried looked on her face,
" my lord " she started catching her breath as it looked like she had run to get there.
"What is it?! Who is that scoundrel at my front doo
