"You don't even wear these!"

With a forceful tug, Joshua snatched the shoes from Gale's hands. Victory was his! Like a triumphant general, he proudly and smugly placed the slippers at Shawn's feet.

"Shawn, please wear your shoes."

Gale stood nearby, pursing her lips. Shawn remained calm and composed, looking like he deserved this treatment. The housekeeper on the side was already petrified.

He was at a loss. Fetching slippers for the master should be his job, right? He had been doing it for decades.

Ever since Joshua returned to Temperley Hall, he was put out of a job. The housekeeper was fine with that, enjoying the harmonious father-son dynamic between Mr. Wood and Joshua. However, what was Gale doing? Two of them were fighting to serve Shawn!

Shawn stepped into the living room, sat on the sofa, and reached for a glass of water. Gale, quick on her feet, immediately poured him a glass. "Here."

A faint twitch appeared at the corner of Shawn's mouth. He had a hard time holding