Punishment (2)

Knock! Knock! Knock!

After the third knock, Blake asked the person to step inside. "Come on it." His voice was calm and collected, though he was hoping it to not be Lillian. He didn't want himself to be explaining to her about the punishment of the two ladies in case she inquired.

As the door slid open, he exhaled out a long breath which he had been holding inside when he saw the old butler walking inside.

"What is...." He trailed off as soon as he started speaking after seeing a small shadow following the old butler inside. It only took a single glance for him to tell who was the person. Who else could it be if not Lillian?

"I told you to stay in there, didn't I?" Turning his attention to the young lady, Blake asked her.

"Umm… not really." Lillian gave him a meek reply as she recalled his words. He had only asked her to keep her eyes shut until she heard a ping. That was all she could recall no matter how hard she tried to think.

"Fine! It must have escaped my mind but you could have used some of your brain and stayed there." Blake shook his head. "What are y-" He was about to continue his scolding when he was interrupted by the old butler.

"I am sorry for the interruption, but I am the one you should be having this talk with."

"W-what do you mean?" Blake was a little confused by his words.

Seeing their boss stutter a little, the two ladies exchanged a look before shifting their eyes back to their feet. They still had their heads looking down as they didn't want to come off disrespectful since Blake had yet to give them permission to leave.

"We can talk about it once these ladies leave." The old butler replied to him without any hesitation.

"You two heard him. Leave!" Blake spoke up without even looking at them. "I will see you two later. We still have some things to discuss." He didn't forget to add it in a stern tone, hinting about the punishment which was due for now.

The two ladies exchanged another look before they nodded their heads in agreement. What was bound to come their way, would come, sooner or later. They could only welcome it with open arms for their own good. It was better for them just to leave in silence.

Thud!

As soon as the door was shut, Blake questioned the old butler once again. "What is it?" He was too eager to know what was cooking while he was away.

"I brought her here, Young Master." The old butler finally began to speak. "There is no need for you to scold her, or question her."

"Fine, but why did you bring her here. And what are you doing here?" Blake asked him as he pointed his chin towards Lillian who was standing a step behind the old butler, looking everywhere but at him.

"I was looking for you when I ran into her. Also, I was supposed to be bringing water for her which I completely forgot about." The old butler answered him with a frown which only added more lines to his already wrinkled filled face. "I am sorry about it, my child. I hope your throat is doing better now." He spoke the latter part after turning his attention to Lillian who only shook her head.

"Here I was wondering why Adam was the one who brought her." Blake mumbled to himself as he recalled the scene from earlier.

"I had to leave to get some water for her after we ran into Young Master Adam. While I was up there, I ran into someone on my way to the kitchen." The old butler explained to him.

"Uncle Robert, you aren't someone who will just forget one thing when another comes up." Blake shook his head as he refused to believe his words.

He had his own reasons for sending the old butler to get Lillian even after he had left clear instructions for her. He was worried about her getting lost on her way down to the kitchen and then to the training grounds. Bt who knew that she would be abandoned by his Uncle Robert in between.

In the chaos of showing Lillian around and then finding those two women making out, it had escaped his mind to ask about the old butler's whereabouts.

"I know that, Young Master, but I can assure you it wasn't my fault that it escaped my mind." The older butler spoke up in his defense.

"Whose fault it was then if not yours?" Blake questioned him again. It wasn't because he doubted the old man, but because he was curious about the thing, or the person, which could make him forget about other things.

"You might not believe me, but she is back." The old butler replied to him while being careful of his words.

Blake continued to stare back at him for a couple of seconds while the gears in his mind continued moving, trying to comprehend what, or more specifically who, he was talking about.

"There's no way that she is back already." The words left her mouth as the realization slowly dawned on him.

"She is. I saw her with my own glassy eyes." The old butler added with a chuckle. There was slight fondness in his eyes as he said that. "Why else do you think I forgot about other things? The whole kitchen was a mess when I got back down there. To think she could really do that in such a short span."

"She wasn't the one cooking, was she?" Blake let out a concerned response.

"She tried to, but it was a good thing that Mark stepped in at the right time, or the entire kitchen would have been on fire by now." The old man shook his head.

"She wasn't hurt in the process, right?" Blake couldn't care less about the kitchen. He was seemingly more concerned about her safety.

"No, she wasn't. Though I am pretty sure that she will hurt someone if you keep her waiting any longer." The old butler added to get a couple of nods from Blake.

"Let's go then." Without wasting another second, Blake made his way out of the room only to be followed by the old man and a curious Lillian who had been listening to their conversation.