On the other hand, Amaira and Shirley were currently in the Shawn mansion's drawing-room.
While Shirley was holding her head with her hand, she sat there with her expressionless self. Meanwhile, Amaira was sitting just opposite her mother.
Looking at her, Amaira had folded her hands and kept them in front of her chest. A sigh escaped from her lips, where she finally questioned, "Mother... nothing will actually happen even if we take tension and stress.."
"Amaira, they have literally taken your father, God knows where!" Shirley replied, with her tired tone.
Worry was purely visible in her actions too when she spoke, "They are making excuses. Surely your father isn't unwell."
"But why will brother Charles and brother Javier do this? He is also their father. Moreover, if they had to lie to us, then they wouldn't have asked us to rest at home. Their hatred is deeper...and we won't be standing here." Amaira told her honest views.
