"Are you trying to ice my tongue off? Why is this water so cold?!" Lawrence complained, shoving it back into Evelyn's hands. "Fetch me hot tea!"
Evelyn's lips thinned. With no power to object to one of the most powerful man in the country, she took the water with two hands and exited the room. To disrespect the great Lawrence Yang was to court death. With his influence and power, he could make her death look like a suicide. She would know.
The whole time, she cursed her weak-spined husband for not defending her. But her husband always wagged his tail for his father. Evelyn felt like she had no power, even in her own house.
"Grandfather, you should be kinder to mother," Milo mumbled, his shoulders slumped.
"Hmph," Lawrence turned his attention to his granddaughter. Noticing her blank expression, he smiled a bit on the inside. She was always good at hiding her thoughts, this lovely granddaughter of his.
