Young Master Damien's Pet

"I did nothing like that!" Lady Helen exclaimed her eyes that were filled in tears now falling down her cheeks.

"Please don't cry, Lady Helen. I am sure we can sort this out with any tears being spilled," Elliot came to the rescue like a knight in shining armor. Helen only continued to sniff whereas the others continued to look at the scene that had been created.

Mrs. Raver turned to Helen, rubbing her back soothingly trying to console the girl. She asked for someone to bring the water and the servant came with a bottle of wine in the tray, some glasses that were filled with the wine already along with some glasses of water.

"Have you no shame, look at what you have done," Mrs. Raver said to Penny who had crossed her hand against her chest now, listening to the lady continue to rant along with the sobbing girl.

Sylvia wasn't a high standing woman and she was only one of the people who served Lord Alexander. It hadn't been too long since she had joined work here. Not liking the unfairness, she began,

"Milord, what happened is-"

But Helen quickly cut in not letting Sylvia speak, "What happened is that the matter of Lady Penelope being a former slave came up which we tried to brush away but she had to accuse me now. How is it fair when she's standing between blocking my way while asking me to pass by?"

The men appeared slightly lost as to what Lady Helen was referring to right now.

Penny ran out of patience by now, she spoke as politely as she could by speaking to Helen with a calm voice, "If you like a man then be upfront about it, Lady Helen.Behaving like a damsel who has to be looked at don't you think it is pathetic? Or worse don't you feel ashamed about it?"

"See! This is what I meant," Mrs. Raver pointed her finger at Penelope, "Her words are crude and unrefined that she thinks it is alright for her to talk to us like this."

"You lady," Penny turned her attention to the middle-aged woman, "Stop implying I have been rude. I spoke what the truth here is. Stop poking your nose in matters which has no relation to you."

"I cannot believe that you said that. Girls like you should be punished," Mrs. Raver was lucky to be standing away from Damien and not next to him when she said the next lines to him, "If you had disciplined the girl when you bought her this would have not been a problem but she runs her mouth like we are some insects. This is for all when I speak, if you're going to buy a slave, then make sure you supervise and make sure to deal with them so that they don't behave like this indecent woman," truly the woman had never interacted with Damien Quinn before and hadn't noticed the relationship between the girl she was pointing at and him.

Lady Helen placed her hand on Mrs. Raver's arm, stopping her from speaking anymore. Too much of anything was not good and she would deal with this girl according to how she wanted.

"Mr. Quinn. I wrote letters to you, continuously and...you didn't reply back to me but I didn't take it to my heart," she looked down at the floor, her long lashes falling on her cheek before she looked back up again, "This girl you have kept beside you, she has a foul mouth. Uncouth characters like you see here."

"Uncouth?" Damien raised his brow, "I don't see her speaking any ill words against anyone here."

The girl gave him a pleasant smile, one with a hint of pity in it, "She has wrapped you around your finger, Mr. Quinn. Had it been someone else, you would have the person's tongue cut out for speaking like this. Am I wrong?"

"Aren't you the one who brought up about her being a slave? Barn," Damien turned to the young man whose eyes had turned wide while looking at the three women who had been going on about something which shouldn't have been spoken about, "What happened here?"

Barn, didn't like the sudden spotlight. He could also sense Lady Helen's glare directed at him to not tell anything unnecessary which wouldn't be good for him or his family. Though Lady Helen wasn't someone who belonged to a pureblooded family, her family had a lot of money. Money and decent power which was why she could look Damien in the eye right now as she spoke about Penelope being in the wrong.

The young man awkwardly turned to face Damien who had questioned him as if he were an eye witness. There were others but the councilman had decided to pick him. He didn't know if he had to consider it to be fortunate or to feel unfortunate right now.

"Ah, the topic started with the servants and then moved to the slave before Mrs. Ravers asked Lady Penelope what work she did before she was leveled up to be a lady of this society," Barn spoke very slowly, his eyes darting from Damien to the three women.

"Mrs. Ravers," Lord Alexander was the one to step in this time, his voice was sharp as he spoke to the woman, "You should know better than make someone uncomfortable," the woman fidgeted slightly where she stood before covering up.

Damien chuckled, "If you don't have anything better to do, let me know so that I can give you some work which might help the council," he said, a smile on his lips which was lopsided, "For a human who was picked by the streets to be married and turned to a vampire, you sure have the audacity to question another person of her status," whispers started to run amongst the people in the hall when they heard this information which they had never heard before.