“You think you can catch me?" Jerrold teased, racing into the living room.

A thunderous crash echoed through the room as the living room screen and a shelf toppled over, sending precious ornaments cascading across the floor, eliciting a collective gasp from those nearby.

These items were Bartley's most prized possessions, meticulously arranged to impress and delight his guests!

The maids were visibly shaken, while Jerrold found the whole situation hilarious.

He had agilely climbed the heavy curtains and launched himself onto the grand chandelier.

A shocked gasp echoed throughout the room.

The chandelier was large and sturdy, yet there he was, swinging from it as if it were playground apparatus. Was he out of his mind?

“Please come down, it's really dangerous up there," one maid begged, her voice shaky and close to tears. They could cope with a few broken items, but if Jerrold were to fall and injure himself, even slightly, they would all face serious consequences.

"No, I'm not coming down. This is too much fun!" Jerrold, clinging to the chandelier with one hand, chuckled heartily and swung energetically like a monkey.

His small frame cast a long shadow, which swung wildly, eliciting terrified screams from the maids below.

It was absolutely horrifying.

How could such a frightening child exist?

“Why did you kidnap me? I want the truth," Jerrold said, eventually growing tired of swinging. He perched on the chandelier, resting his chin on his hands, while curiously observing the crowd below.

"We really don't know; it's not our decision. Please, just come down and we'll catch you," a maid begged, her tears now freely flowing.

If anything were to happen to this little boy, they would be in deep trouble.

"If you don't tell me, then..." Jerrold mused, casually picking a small bulb from the chandelier and tossing it toward the nearest maid.

She let out a scream and nearly collapsed.

Finding it amusing, Jerrold plucked another bulb and tossed it at someone else.

The crowd was both stunned and frightened, yet no one dared to intervene.

“Should I keep throwing, or are you going to tell me?" Jerrold asked, grinning mischievously.

“We truly don't know. Even if you take apart the entire chandelier, our answer won't change!" another maid exclaimed, her arms outstretched as if ready to catch him, terrified he might tumble down.

"Alright, then bring your boss here. I'll ask him myself," Jerrold said, clearly unsatisfied.

When Barth arrived, he was met with a group of maids looking upward anxiously. It took him a moment to understand what was happening.

Jerrold exclaimed, "Barth, you're here!"