Celestine shot daggers with her eyes, a storm of fury raging within her. "What do you think you're doing? This house is not some leisure space! You're disrespecting me and everyone here!" she yelled, her anger boiling.
"Who gave you the right to turn our home into a chaotic mess?" Celestine demanded, narrowing her gaze as she approached Scarlette.
Scarlette lowered her head, adopting a gentler tone. "Mom, I just wanted to have some fun. Everything in this house is so dull. I just wanted to liven things up and add a touch of modernity," she explained with a seemingly innocent demeanor.
"Your excuses are utterly ridiculous!" Celestine's voice thundered, her frustration boiling over. "We have maintained this house in its traditional state because it's what our family lineage has upheld! You're showing blatant disrespect! And you have no authority to treat the maids like machines! From now on, you'll handle everything on your own without relying on them."