A few seconds passed before the old housekeeper finally spoke. “Since you’re all so less busy and have nothing to do, why not each pick a broom and sweep the environment? It’s dirty and the Master wouldn’t take it lightly when he gets back in the night.”

Clara blinked in bewilderment. “We already swept, everywhere is clean now.”

“Do it again. Not clean enough.”

“Madam Susan…” The lady whined.

The woman shot her a cold glare and she lowered her head instantly.

Clara immediately swallowed whatever it was that she had to say.

“Yes, Madam Susan.”

Dejectedly, she shuffled her feet out of the kitchen to go inform her colleagues...