Chapter 133

The housekeeper watched from the side, not daring to speak up. In front of outsiders, Christina always maintained a noble and gentle demeanor, but only the household knew the fierceness of her temper. When she threw a tantrum, no one could manage her, only the old man and Xander could hold their ground. But one was in England, and the other seldom returned home. Dimithri could not stand Christina's temper during his lifetime, and over time, he became too lazy to argue with her, allowing her to do as she wished. Therefore, the servants hardly dared to say much in front of Christina. "Madam, go wash your hands and apply medicine. Let them do the washing." As soon as Christina left, another older maid hurried over to hold on to Eliza. She had worked at the Stone's residence for over a decade alongside the housekeeper, thus understanding Christina's temper the best. "It's alright." Eliza shook her head, collected the broken dishes, and tossed them aside. She was not a delicate person, and