The butler sighed.

Even Mr. Clark did not have such freedom, and he was Madam Fisher’s husband.

However, her madam trusted Mr. Gordon. He was her lifelong assistant, after all.

On the other hand, Mr. Clark had lost his status because of his affair. If he and Madam Fisher did not have children or grandchildren, they would have gotten a divorce.

After Mr. Gordon was upstairs, he went straight for the study and knocked on the door. He only entered after obtaining Belinda’s permission.

Belinda was practicing calligraphy.

Mr. Gordon went to her side and took a look.

“What do you think?”

“You aren’t focused, and that’s reflected in your handwriting. You should stop and not waste any more ink.”

Mr. Gordon was the only person who dared to speak to Belinda without filters.

What he said was the truth.

Belinda was feeling uneasy. She could not focus, so how could she be in the mood for calligraphy?

Her writing was far from pretty. It was a massive drop in quality compared to w