Nanny Maxwell was quite roughed up by several servants.
Covering her mouth, punching and kicking, they even divided tasks for tickling.
Each had a very clear division of labor.
Downstairs was a cacophony, but upstairs there was no movement at all.
The soundproofing design in the big house was often more professional than professional.
When Arabella Vanderbilt appeared at the staircase, the servants downstairs were already exhausted.
Nanny Maxwell lay on the ground, bruised and swollen, clothes in disarray, face unrecognizable, groaning in pain. Even if she wanted to call for help, she couldn't make a loud sound.
One could vaguely hear her muttering about accusing them and making sure they would pay the consequences.
Arabella raised her eyebrows, turned, and went to another part of the second floor.
By the time she asked again, the servants were already standing in a line, each with a bundle at their feet.
Arabella found it somewhat amusing for a moment.
