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Romello made his way downstairs with great difficulty, supported carefully by the servants until he was settled into the main dining chair.

As he sat down, a piercing pain shot through his thighs and calves, making him wince in

agony.

Just descending the stairs and sitting down already made him sweat, and his handsome face grew slightly pale.

Frustrated from being watched and having pent–up frustrations, he grabbed a spoon and gruffly commanded, “Let’s eat!”

Marius and Gabrielle quickly lowered their heads and obediently picked up their utensils silently eating breakfast.

After a few moments of calm, Romello began to ask questions with a stern expression.

“Gabrielle, did you see Phoebe yesterday?”

Gabrielle paused, swallowing the last bite of her freshly toasted bread.

“No. I went over in the afternoon, but Sheena wasn’t at the mansion, and Phoebe wasn’t there either. I didn’t know where they had gone, so I came back.”

Crash!

In an instant, Romello swept several breakfast plates off the table, causing a racket of crashing sounds in the dining room.

Marius was startled by this sudden outburst, trembling with fear, even dropping his

utensils.

Gabrielle’s eyes welled up v

welled up with tears instantly, stunned by the sudden outburst.

Glaring fiercely at her, Romello questioned in a low voice, “You just came back without seeing them? You didn’t bother waiting at the Jenkins estate until you found Phoebe? What else are you good for besides being lazy and avoiding your responsibilities?”

Gabrielle burst into tears, unable to utter a word.

After all, she was his beloved sister.

Romello softened his tone slightly, commanding, “You must see Sheena and Phoebe

today, or don’t bother coming back to see me.‘

“Yes, I understand…”

Her tear–streaked face showed increasing signs of distress as she cried, feeling deeply hurt and pitiful.

Unmoved, Romello ordered, “Enough crying. No more tears.” This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Gabrielle immediately covered her mouth, stifling her sobs, but tears continued to

stream down her cheeks uncontrollably.

Romello ignored her and turned to Marius.

Feeling the weight of Romello’s intense gaze, Marius lowered his head even further, feeling a chill run down his spine, afraid of incurring his wrath.

“Did you report to the National Investigation Bureau yesterday?”

“Huh?” Marius was taken aback. “Romello, I was swamped at the company yesterday. I made arrangements with the Ninth Division to report to the administrative department

the day after tomorrow.”

“The day after tomorrow? And you chose the administrative department?”

Romello’s face grew darker and more ominous, with a storm brewing in his expression.

If it were not for his arms being so sore, Romello would have beaten Marius there and

then.

“I told you to report to the bureau, but you showed no initiative. Yet, you never seem to forget a meal. What good are you to me? You’re such a useless brother, Marius! Get down on your knees!”

“Romello…”

Marius glanced at the servants in the dining room, trembling with anger and humiliation.

Did Romello really have to humiliate him in front of everyone?

Why could he not leave some dignity for him?

Romello’s tone was cold and indifferent, not even bothering to look at him.

“Kneel or take a whipping at the altar room. Your choice.”

There was really no choice.

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Marius got up and knelt beside the dining chair, feeling utterly humiliated.

“Ah!”

The smooth marble floor still bore the remnants of the tiny porcelain shards Romello had just smashed.

Some were embedded in Marius’s flesh, causing him excruciating pain.

“Romello, it really hurts…”