Chapter 241: Rinella’s Destiny is Her Own (34)

Finding Senior Elsie didn’t take long, as the backyard suddenly resounded with the thunderous roar of lightning strikes.

Bang, bang, bang!

Startled by the consecutive flashes of lightning, the servants nervously cast glances out the window. Senior Elsie had a tendency to become oblivious to her surroundings when she was angry.

As I made my way to the backyard, I found several trees already felled, their charred remains emitting the scent of burning.

The once-neglected backyard had transformed into a tangled mess resembling a small forest.

While Senior Elsie likely intended only to clear the trees, causing such a disturbance at dawn was hardly appropriate.

Fortunately, her restraint had kept the commotion from drawing too much attention.

With a reassuring gesture, I signaled to the servants not to worry, bringing a finger to my lips.

Even if someone woke up due to the noise, this gesture was meant to ask the servants to calmly reassure them.

The servants who had worked for a long time at the Percus Manor were trustworthy, and there was no difficulty in communication with them.

Understanding my intent, the servants nodded in acknowledgment.

With their capable hands managing the situation, there was no need to worry.

My only concern was Senior Elsie.

There she stood amidst the aftermath of her self-made disaster.

The crackle of burning wood lingered in the air, evidence of recent lightning strikes. Fallen trees and charred vegetation added to the desolate scene, permeating the atmosphere with the scent of smoke.

A pungent aroma assailed my senses, threatening to overwhelm me.

Moreover, considering that lightning had been striking for a while, Senior Elsie, who in close proximity, must have suffered some degree of hearing loss.

Yet, her fury showed no signs of subsiding.

Soon, the girl raised her head and burst into complaints.

“Aaargh! That damn engagement, engagement, engagement! You bastards, always treating me like a pushover! And now you’re in such a hurry, anxious that you can’t sell me out? Just wait, you old farts, one day I’ll load you on an A-frame back carrier….”

Well, Sir Reynold hardly seemed old enough to be called an ‘old fart.’

Senior Elsie was fuming, unleashing a barrage of expletives.