Celia Grimwood left, crying.
The maids didn't like Celia because she always made a mess whenever she came to their house. She would always leave in tears.
Alaric Bloodhowl sat stiffly on the couch, staring at the shredded suit with a dazed expression.
"Young Master Alaric, it's late. Drink some warm milk before bed."
Wilma entered, bringing him a glass of warm milk. When she saw the destroyed suit, she couldn't help but sigh. "What a shame."
There was another meaning in her words.
"Next time Celia comes here, keep an eye on her and don't let her into my room or my office. Also, Lyra's room," Alaric murmured.
"Don't worry, Young Master. I'll definitely keep an eye on her!"
Wilma said, "Luckily, I locked the young madam's door today. Otherwise, Mrs. Grimwood might h
