Clang.
Clatter.
The sound of things crashing and breaking on the floor filled the room sometime later after Chipo's lover left the room.
Uncle Terrence sighed helplessly as he felt pity for the new vases and cups, he purchased a while ago.
'If you knew that things would turn this way, why didn't you hold yourself back?'
He could only think this way inwardly, as being earnest about it in the open wouldn't bring good results.
It was a pity that the family was no longer connected to Madam Tapiwa. Apart from the business connection of the supplier and the supplied, there was nothing else.
Now his mistress had to watch as that scholar Luke who didn't have much presence gained all the benefits.
Just thinking about what caused all of that, his eyes narrowed dangerously as he looked in the direction where that male vixen left.
If it wasn't for his mistress meeting that vixen, would things be this way?