"..."
Little Ding stood there with his head down, not saying a word.
A tall figure, rigid like a piece of wood, making him appear quite honest.
"Madam, Little Ding, he really didn't have breakfast this morning."
Butler Du came over to plead for him, with a smile on his face, and said, "He knows today is the day Miss Bertha is coming over, so he has been busy in the backyard since waking up. Maybe he's exhausted, he just slipped—"
"Don't give me excuses!"
Ruth Upperton suddenly interrupted. She knew her butler very well, who typically distances himself from any affair, but today he was actually defending Little Ding. She sneered, "Amelia, he's only been here a few days, and you're already speaking for him?"
"Madam, I'm just stating the facts, please be lenient."
Amelia earnestly pleaded while secretly signaling other servants to pack up Bertha Marley's suitcase, quickly dragging it along with Little Ding to the backyard.
So Ruth Upperton dismissed it.
