Butler Jackson could only nod his head like a broken clock after Sett had asked him for his opinion.

Bulter Jackson could feel his fine hair standing on end. If he had a choice, he would have escaped there and then. He was really afraid. It was his first time sensing that he wasn't the one holding his own life.

A second ago, he swore he had seen a grim reaper flash its scythe on his neck! Fortunately for him, Sett had finally turned away his terrifying eyes from him.

Just then, matriarch Cassandra furrowed her brows as she blurted out. "Are trying to put the blame on my butler? Instead of blaming my butler, why don't you teach that maidservant of yours some manners in cooking proper food!"

"Right, right madam, that woman should learn some manners!" Butler Jackson chimed in after seeing that Matriarch Cassandra was defending him. The Matriarch was taking his side? Butler Jackson mumbled to himself, then he puffed out his chest as he became bolder!

In response, Sett merely glanced