Charlotte took one step back at her brother's words, her face pale.
"I won't..."
"That's good," Lionel said dryly, "Savannah's so generous that she didn't tell the police what you and your friend had done to her. But if you dare to do anything like that again, I won't spare you."
With that, he turned off the reading lamp and left the study.
Charlotte clenched her fist, a bitter smile rising on her lips.
Oh, Savannah had not become their relative yet, but her family had already started to stand at her side.
Thinking of this, her bitter smile turned into fervent hatred.
* * *
"Sir, Madam!"
In the servants' greeting, a tall, middle-aged man helped a beautiful middle-aged woman off the car.
After a long flight, the woman, thin and frail, looked obviously tired, but her eyes glowed with excitement and joy.
The man took her carefully, concerning himself with her all the time.
