Old Master Coldson beckoned.
Melissa Greenwood hurried forward cheerfully.
"Under the bed, my chamber pot from last night, help me empty it, clean it, and bring it back."
A chamber pot?
Melissa was momentarily stunned before realizing what it was, and her face instantly displayed an expression of wanting to vomit.
She clearly felt that the old man was toying with her, her face a mixture of grievance and dissatisfaction.
"What's wrong? Not willing?" the Old Master was not surprised, "So remember, as long as I live one more day, don't even think about entering the Coldson Family's house."
Melissa was fuming, "What gives you the right to target me? Why don't you let Yolanda be the one to empty your chamber pot?"
She didn't believe Yolanda Greenwood would demean herself like that.
However, Old Master Coldson chuckled lightly, "Do you think Yolanda has never done it?"