Butler Limo glared at the servant who had endangered the Little Miss's life for the sake of his regressive opinions.

It was true that men in this world believed that women were lower than men but he did not expect that there would be someone in their mansion who would be so backward in his thoughts.

'Young Miss is as smart as Young Master!' He scowled at the blind servant who did not know the truth about the intelligence of the little girl.

"I've heard enough!" Rutherford put an end to the conversation before he could reach the end of his limited patience.

Glaring at the impudent servant, he turned his stern eyes towards the Butler.

"It is your duty to discipline the servants in this house so you are equally to be blamed for this." He condemned the man in whose hands the responsibility of managing every servant was placed.

Butler Limo bowed his head in shame as this was true and he had indeed failed to fulfill the task given to him.

"I shall accept my punishment, Master." He knelt before the Earl and lowered his head further.

Rutherford did not object to his actions as he once again shifted his eyes to the servant hanging on the wall.

"As for you…" He muttered while looking at the pitiful appearance of the man whose entire face was bleeding due to the shards of glass embedded on his face.

"You have committed the crime of scheming against your Master no matter what your justification for it is." He proclaimed the wrongful deeds of the servant.

The servant continued to grit his teeth but did not speak anything to beg for forgiveness.

He believed that he was right and that the Master was being blind to fail to see where he had gone wrong.

"Butler, this servant shall receive the punishment stated in the family's rule book for wicked servants." He declared his verdict for the crime committed against his daughter.

Butler Limo remained kneeling as he nodded his head in acceptance of the orders given to him.

The servant had no idea what this meant as no one had ever received this punishment before today.

Rutherford stared at the man without any expressions on his face but the fire in his eyes indicated that he was holding back his anger at this moment.

Turning around, he began walking away without bothering about the kneeling Butler or the hanging servant.

However, the servant did not know where the courage came inside his heart as he glared at the back of the tall man who was striding away from the dim room.

"You can punish me but what will you do when the men in this society hear about a girl trying to compete with the boys?" A hoarse voice was heard coming from his mouth.

Rutherford halted in his steps as he slowly turned around to take a look at the man who was cocky enough to question his Master.

The haughty smirk on the servant's face disappeared when he saw the corner of the Earl's lips turn upwards.

Even Butler Limo shuddered under the aura of menace that was arising from their Master.

'He doesn't care for his life anymore!?' The old man gritted his teeth after feeling the intense pressure surging in their direction.

Both Butler Limo and the servant were affected by the pressure as they felt a tightness in their chests, making it difficult for them to speak.

The servant who was already injured could not bear this pressure and felt a warmth rising through his throat and before he knew it, he was vomiting blood.

Shortness of breath, blurry vision, rapid heartbeats, and a back drenched in sweat.

This was what the two men were experiencing, however, the intensity of the pressure was much lower on the Butler when compared to the servant.

This was because Rutherford had aimed his attack on the impudent servant and what Limo was facing was just

the collateral damage of the attack meant for the servant.

"Looks like the family punishment would not suffice for a man such as yourself." The Earl spoke in a calm tone as though he had not just made a man puke blood due to his scary aura.

Standing in the same place, Rutherford glanced at his faithful Butler who had been kneeling for quite a while now.

"Send him to the mines and ask them to take special care of him." He ordered which made the Butler nod instantly.

Limo said a silent prayer for the poor soul of this man for he had thoroughly infuriated the Earl to receive such a punishment.

"My child still has me to protect her." He declared in a resolute tone.

Taking one final look at the bloody face of the servant, he turned around and began walking away with steady steps.

Butler Limo paused in the motion of rising to his feet when he heard something coming from the direction in which his master left.

"I don't want to see him in this mansion after today." Rutherford's voice faded away along with his footsteps.

Butler Limo resumed his actions and stood before the man who seemed to have fainted once again.

"Aren't you a little too weak to have dared to act against our Miss?" He sneered at the unconscious man and took a step to the side, moving closer to the wall.

A lever on the wall was what the Butler's hand raised to hold.

Pulling it lower, he watched as the shackles on the man's hands began to pull away from each other.

The lower the lever was pulled, the further the shackles moved from each other until the man's hands were spread wide open.

The servant awakened when he felt a tugging force on his wrists.

"Huh?" He was confused as he glanced at his wrists which had been above his head earlier now were instead at shoulder level with him.

"What are you doing!?" He cried out when he noticed that it was the Butler who was messing with the shackles, causing his arms to be pulled outwards.

Limo did not answer as he groaned to use more strength on the old lever to push it further down.

With each second, the sweat on the servant's back flowed without restraint as the pain he was feeling increased as well.

"Stop! Butler, please stop!" He pleaded and begged but did not see any change in the blank face of the man.

*Click*

The sound of the lever touching its lowest point was heard which was soon accompanied by another sound.

"Arghhh!!" The servant cried out in pain as tears ran down his cheeks.

The weight of his body shifted due to Butler's actions and the pain was beginning to be intolerable for the poor man.

Fighting the tears, he stared at his right hand which was now dangling as his body leaned towards that direction.

Butler Limo watched without mercy as the servant's tears and snot filled his face.

The cry was due to the wrist of his right hand having dislocated and popped out of its place due to the pull of the shackles, the outcome of the lever being lowered to the last point.

"Wasn't it this same hand that had acted against my Miss?" Butler's soft yet eerie whisper was the last thing he heard before losing his consciousness due to excessive pain.