"He's gone mad!"

Heather raised her hand, and the exquisite crystal table lamp on the desk was knocked over, shattering into pieces.

Her delicate face appeared ferocious, her expression filled with rage.

The maid beside her kept her head down, afraid to provoke Heather.

"Heather, it's me, Mia."

Upon hearing this voice, Heather forced herself to calm down and instructed the maid to open the door.

Mia walked in, seeing the situation in the study.

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