"Since I'm already here, I might as well go in and take a look!" George Flack felt humiliated while saying these words, knowing that he came to see Aria Grant, yet there was still a housekeeper blocking his way.
"Then, Mr. Flack, please follow me. I'll pour you a cup of tea."
The politeness present was all because of estrangement. George understood this, which made it even more upsetting. He thought upon arriving at the Sawyer Clan, he should be considered a son-in-law and should be treated like one, right?
Bang, bang, bang!
Ivy Grant was forcefully banging on the door. If her mother hadn't locked it from inside, Ivy wouldn't have gone through these tedious steps.
But Aria had just fallen asleep. How could she wake up so quickly? She heard the knocking, but she thought it was a sound from her dreams.
