AWB Chapter 113 There's no money in the account.
Chapter 113 There's no money in the account.
Hearing Yun Ting's words, the old lady took a while to come back to her senses as if waking from a dream.
She nodded hurriedly in agreement, while anxiously instructing, "Oh, oh, oh... Look at my memory, I've completely forgotten! Quick, quick... someone come here... quickly and carefully carry the master to the bedroom! Be careful not to bump or knock him over!"
Upon hearing this, the butler hurriedly turned around to do as he was told, but he had only taken a few steps when he was stopped by the old lady's urgent call: "Wait... don't rush off! Go and fetch a doctor right away!"
Upon hearing the words "please call a doctor," the butler froze, as if under a spell, and hesitated to move forward.
Seeing that the housekeeper hadn't made a move for a long time, the old lady became suspicious, wondering if there was something important she hadn't explained clearly.
She frowned and raised her voice, asking, "What's going on? Is there anything more important than the master's health? Why are you taking so long to call a doctor? Can't you get one? Do you expect this old woman to go and fetch him herself?"
The old lady had lived most of her life, and this was the first time she had encountered a situation where she couldn't get anyone to do anything. At this moment, her face had become somewhat gloomy and unpleasant.
The steward stood there, his heart filled with conflicting emotions. He knew very well that if he revealed the truth in front of so many servants, it would likely cause panic among everyone in the mansion.
However, if they remain silent, they cannot find a way to raise the money to pay for the consultation.
What should be done? For a moment, the butler was caught in a dilemma, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
The butler stood there, his brows furrowed, his face grave, constantly weighing the pros and cons in his mind.
After a fierce internal struggle, he finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind to tell the old lady the truth.
If he continued to conceal the truth, not only would he be unable to solve the immediate problem of the consultation fee, but he would also be severely punished if the old lady discovered the truth. He might even be accused of negligence in managing the household and embezzling funds, which would be a capital offense. He could not bear such a responsibility no matter what.
So the steward took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and walked up to the old lady, his voice trembling slightly, and said, "Old Madam! I have something important to report. We... we no longer have enough money in our household to pay for the doctor's consultation fee!"
After saying this, the butler lowered his head quickly like a frightened quail, his body slightly hunched over, not daring to breathe, secretly praying that the old lady would not fly into a rage, lest he be implicated.
The old lady was originally sitting upright on the ground, leaning over Yun Ting.
Upon hearing this, she immediately sat up, ignoring Yun Ting who was lying down, and asked incredulously with a look of astonishment on her face, "What do you mean? How come there isn't enough money to hire a doctor?"
Seeing the old lady ask the question, the steward stepped forward again with a stiff upper lip and carefully replied, "Your Majesty, the situation is like this. Our Prime Minister's residence is indeed out of money right now, and we're afraid we won't even be able to cover the various expenses next month!"
As he spoke, he reached into his robes and pulled out the ledger that recorded the household's financial income and expenditure.
To convince the old lady that he was telling the truth, the butler respectfully handed the account book to her.
Grandma Yun stared wide-eyed, her face filled with disbelief. With trembling hands, she snatched the ledger from the housekeeper and began to examine it carefully, page by page and line by line.
With each page she turned, her expression grew increasingly serious. When she finished reading it all, she was completely stunned, because the ledger clearly showed that there was no extra money left in the house.
The old lady's gaze lingered on the latest expenditure record, which Yunting had withdrawn two days prior.
However, no details were given about the specific purpose of the money.
As she flipped further back, she discovered that over the past few years, Yun Ting had been constantly withdrawing money, and almost every expenditure was not marked with its purpose.
Grandma Yun grew angrier and angrier as she looked at the scene. In the end, she was so angry that she trembled all over. Her once well-maintained hands were clenched into fists, and the knuckles even turned white from the force.
She suddenly raised her head and shouted angrily at the steward, "Come here! Tell me honestly, what did the master do with all that silver he withdrew?"
The butler was startled by Old Madam Yun's sudden outburst of anger. He knew very well that this matter could no longer be kept secret.
He hesitated for a moment after hearing the old lady's question, but quickly made a decision.
He took a deep breath and replied respectfully, "Madam! I really don't know where this money went! However..."
At this point, the steward paused slightly, as if trying to recall something, before continuing, "It's just that a few days ago, the master came to see me in the middle of the night, saying that he needed to transfer a sum of money from my account for urgent use. At the time, I didn't dare to ask any questions. The master only told me that this money was for his dealings in official circles."
After saying this, the butler lowered his head, not daring to breathe, and quietly waited for Old Madam Yun's reaction.
Upon hearing this, Old Madam Yun trembled with rage, her face turning even more ashen. She glared and roared, "What? Official connections? What kind of official connections would cost such a huge sum of money? That's enough to buy a large courtyard house!"
With that, she slammed the ledger in her hand to the ground with a loud bang.
Then, the old lady turned her gaze to Yun Ting, who had already fainted on the ground. Her brows furrowed, and a hint of concern was revealed in her eyes, but it was quickly overshadowed by anger.
Then, she glanced down at the ledgers scattered on the ground, snorted coldly, and slowly stood up.
As she brushed the dust off her clothes, she coldly ordered, "Someone, quickly carry this person inside and treat him well. It's just some superficial injuries; he won't die. Don't we have some top-quality wound medicine in our household? Bring it to the master immediately!"
Although his tone was stern, it was not hard to hear the worry hidden within. After all, he was his own son, and even if he was angry, he could not express it and could only swallow his anger.
The biggest challenge right now is not Yun Ting's health, but the operation of the manor!
Now that there's no money in the accounts, everyone in the household still needs to eat and drink. What will we do when the maids and servants all need their monthly wages next month and we can't pay them?