He took a large breath in, continuing to look at their sons before his eyes fell on the portrait next to it, "The girl...she came strolling in here," he informed his wife who frowned at him.
"She was with us the entire time," the woman then remembered Penelope getting up and going with the maid to the powder room, "She is unrelated. Not a relative, not a council member, don't get worked up about it. She is no one to know about anything," the woman consoled her husband, "I will talk to the servants tonight to manage the mansion better than let people walk around freely."
"We cannot have people walking in the mansion," he reminded his wife, a sigh coming out of her lips. Her expression turned from the sweet kind woman to one that looked serious and cold.
