Selma Payne's POV:
"Forgive me for being slow-witted, Your Majesty. I don't understand what you're referring to," Benson said dryly.
My father ignored him and said to me, "Oh, really? My dear Benson, why don't you take a good look at me and your former playmate? Do you really have nothing to say to me?"
Benson's face turned even paler. He gulped and stubbornly said, "I don't know..."
"You don't know? Okay, okay, it seems that the life of an Alpha has degenerated you. Even the memory you were so proud of has degenerated."
My sharp and unkind comment caused my adoptive parents and the Walton Family to be terrified - this wasn't a heartwarming scene of an old friend reuniting.
"Come on now, Selma," my adoptive mother said softly. "Benson was very concerned about you. He helped a lot after you went missing."
I chuckled and stared at Benson's evasive eyes. "Is that so? You've been helping Mom and Dad to find me?"
