"Brother, you are causing trouble again!" The girl who spoke was called Sierra. The tiny, feeble little girl was Derrick's half-sister, who shared the same father as Minerva.
Sierra Sullivan.
She also had crimson locks, although the color was not as fiery and vibrant as the elder. The repulsive father had blazing crimson hair, which was inherited by the two but not by Yulia.
Her hair was only around her neck's length, but her bangs were long enough to create a side ponytail. The cute hairstyle created a fresh image for the young one.
"Sierra, come here," Estelle gestured with her hand.
"Sis- I mean, Lady Estelle!"
"It's only Derrick, why would you feel the need to call me lady?" Estelle chuckled at the girl's antics. "Now, close the door, won't you?" Consoling the toddler's now erratic emotions, Estelle patted her hair and sent her off to lock the door to prevent any further interruptions.
