Chapter sixteen

Ethan's pov

"Don't take it too seriously, Ethan," Lowell said as I walked into the kitchen I was familiar with.

I shook my head, "That's the problem with you, Lowell, you do not know how to fucking treat this kind of people." I said angrily.

The young maid that had been assigned here was in the kitchen and she was terrified to see me in such a state, when my eyes fell on her, she shrunk in fear and wanted to leave the room.

"Hey you, make me coffee, hot, black coffee and if you do it wrong, I'll bathe you with it." I snarled and she nodded, her body convulsing with fright. I turned to Lowell and said, "You see? That's how it's done."

He shook his head, "She's a maid, in fact, regardless of that, there are nicer ways to say it that wouldn't make her tremble so badly." Lowell replied in his ever-composed manner.

I scoffed, "Sure, teach me all the fucking morals, eh Lowell? Teach them to me like I'm some fucking kid." My voice was hard and harsh. "While you work on your fucking