Barnabas' eyes were filled with disappointment. But he controlled his expression in front of Peter.
"If she feels like she was mistreated, should I apologize to her on behalf of the family?" Peter asked. His wrinkled face looked sternly at Leander with the strictness of an affectionate elder.
"That…" Leander's voice trailed off. His shoulders drooped a bit.
He understood that it was a rhetorical question. But he did not like the framing.
"She does not FEEL like she was mistreated, grandpa. She WAS mistreated. It was not her decision. I am forbidding her from entering this house. So, please grandpa, don't frame it as if she had any say in any of…," Leander let out a sigh.
He looked at his grandfather with his eyes unwavering. He was calm, his tone was gentle, and his eyes were pleading when he looked at his grandfather. "Everything that happened yesterday happened without us asking her anything."
