"So your uncle owns such a house but makes you sell flowers? That does not make sense because anyone can clearly tell that the man is wealthy," Prince Yashiro stated, eyeing the house and garden.
Lara just stared at the ground, not saying a single word in response to what the fox prince said.
'Prince Yashiro is right,' Astoria thought, 'How can he make a five-year-old child sell flowers by herself to raise money for her grandmother's oral surgery? Especially when he owns such a house and garden? Something fishy is going on here, and I'm going to get to the bottom of it.'
Her police senses were tingling and on high alert. She crouched down so that Lara could stand on her own. The little fox stood next to Astoria and ushered for them to follow her into the house, her hands clasped together.
"Granny, uncle!" Lara exclaimed, "I'm home!"
