"Good evening, young master Irvyn." Irvyn looked up when suddenly a slightly shaky, old voice spoke up from the staircase. He noticed it was the personal attendee of his father, Thomas.
"Hmm," Irvyn let out a deep hum and nodded his head. And with one glance at her, he was able to make Yvette take the hint. She immediately stepped ahead, standing by his side, and both of them followed the old attendee at a slow pace, going up the stairs.
"Mom! What's this bullshit here now?" Emily shouted out at her mother, as soon as Irvyn and Yvette walked away.
"How should I know? Didn't you see it as well? As if your brother ever thinks of us as his family to bother informing," Stella got angrier by each second, the more her memory kept resurfacing the taunt and insult she faced just now. "How dare she talk like this to me, ME?"
