Sign of the Zodiac: Cancer
Slap

“What does this lowly waitress do at her master's dinner table?!” mrs Castor snapped while slapping Sera's cheek.

The servant girl just fell on the floor. The hostess' punch was really hard. Damian hurriedly got up from his seat, then rushed towards Sera before his personal servant could say anything. While kneeling, the young man helped Sera to get back on her feet.

“I asked him to eat with me, Mother. I'm a little lonely from eating alone,” Damian said not to lie. He never eats alone. At home, he ate with his family. While outside, there was Cassie or some other woman who accompanied him.

“Damian, my son, if you are lonely, you can eat with us in the dining room,” his mother sighed instantly. The woman's anger faded as soon as she faced her youngest son.

“Mother also knows that my relationship with my father and brothers is not good,” Damian said while telling Sera to leave the place. Sera's cheeks were flushed with a blow from the Ducches Castor. “Go,” whispered Damian to Sera.

The servant bowed respectfully with teary eyes holding back tears. After that he left Damian alone with his mother.

“Damian .. I've let you have fun in that brothel. Mom never commented anything quiet your bad choice was. Even though the nobles are talking about you, I can still hold it in and say that you do it for work,” said Madam Castor as she looked at Damian sadly.

His mother's words were not entirely wrong. Damian went back and forth to the Red Lotus one of which was to get a lot of information from the comfort women. The noble guests usually talk about more secrets when they are drunk or after enjoying a hot night with the comfort women. The problem is why now his mother suddenly discussed the topic?

Damian let out an impatient sigh and laid himself in the chair. “What kind of person do you think I am to worry about such a stupid thing. My appetite is completely ruined because of Mom. Though I just came home, but again I just have to hear nonsense like this again,” he said annoyed.

Expreist Mrs Castor softens. The Duchess sat in front of her son patiently. “I'm sorry, Damian. Mom's just worried. I should have trusted you more. I know you can definitely choose which ones are good and bad for you.”

Damian just snorted in annoyance and did not answer anything else. His eyes were fixed on the window outside his room. He was too lazy to face his mother who suddenly became chatty like Titus. By the way are his brothers and his father out of the house? Damian needs to go see Viscountess Gausse today. After last night he broke his promise to come.

“Continue eating, Damian. Or if you want, you can eat in the dining room. The chef will prepare a new dish. Your father and brothers are gone. So you don't need to feel uncomfortable,” continued his mother tried to persuade.

But that information alone was enough for Damian. He better get ready to go. After all, her appetite had been gone since her mother slapped Sera in front of her eyes.

“I'm full, Mom,” Damian replied short. “Then, please permission to get ready. There's a place I have to go today,” he continued, allowing his mother to leave his room politely. Mrs Castor looked unhappy. Even so the middle-aged woman finally obeyed Damian's wishes.

“Good. I'm leaving now,” the dreary Duchess said.