There was a hullabaloo after the guests entered the hall.
"The retard is going downstairs?"
"Lower your voice...."
"Miss Emily is not a retard. Actually, she is just suffering from ... intelligence impairment. She has the intelligence of a seven-year-old. She is not stupid. In fact, she is quite polite...."
"I heard that she even needed servants to help her get dressed. That's not stupid?"
The guests were still discussing the "stupid" things that Emily had done.
Vincent stared at the red wine in his hand with a straight face, lost in thought.
Rex whispered, "Mr. Vincent?"
Vincent waved, and then Rex nodded, quietly getting back to his original position.
