Did that mean Aery saved Aristotle? At least, based on her account, she did not deliberately hurt Aristotle. Arianne nodded. “He’s fine. You don’t know how to take care of babies. Next time, stay away from him. There are plenty of servants in the Tremont Estate. Someone will look after him.”
Mary was consumed with guilt for leaving Aristotle alone for a split second. “It’s all my fault. I shouldn't have left him alone without supervision. Otherwise, this wouldn’t have happened. The house cleaners are seriously a piece of work. They couldn’t have mopped the water off the floor? I’m going to give them a piece of my mind when we get home.”
Helen did not defend Aery at all. She remained silent the entire time when Arianne lost her temper earlier. Actually, she had seen Aery rolling down the stairs with Aristotle in her arms. As for what happened prior to that, she was not sure. However, from her point of view, Aery had saved Aristotle. She did not dare to speak up, afraid that Arianne would accuse her of shielding Aery. No matter what she said, it would be futile. Thank goodness Aristotle was fine. Otherwise, she would not have been able to explain herself.
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Mary told the kitchen to prepare a meal when they returned to Tremont Estate. The group had been too busy for lunch. They were tired and hungry.
Aristotle was too hungry to wait for the meal. He drank a bottle of milk before immediately falling asleep. Droplets of tears still clung to his curly eyelashes. It was a truly heartbreaking sight.
Arianne stared at Aristotle’s little face and felt her heart ache. She carefully carried him upstairs. She found water stains upstairs. The floor was still wet. She was annoyed. After putting Aristotle in the nursery, she asked Henry to summon all of the maids in the Tremont Estate to the living room. An angry expression could be seen on her face as she stared at the large number of servants. “Who’s responsible for cleaning indoors?”
Ten seconds later, a thirty-year-old woman stepped forward. “Me…”
Arianne waved her hand. “Henry, pay her her dues, and tell her to leave. She can’t even keep the place clean, why is she here? We have the elderly and a toddler around, and the floor is always wet. We’re lucky that nothing happened today. Who knows what might happen next time? This is her job, her responsibility. She couldn’t even clean properly!”
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