Natasha balled her fist.
"But father, it was not my fault! Aurora—"
Old Master Lenort glanced at her. The anger in his eyes alone was enough to shut her up.
She averted her gaze, beyond humiliated. Left with nothing else to do, she left the table, storming back to her quarter.
A deep breath escaped from Ryan, and he deeply bowed to his father.
"Forgive my wife, Father, I'll make sure that this does not repeat itself anymore."
Old Master Lenort put his spoon down. "Get out!" he dismissed.
"Yes, father." Ryan turned around and left the dining table.
….
Lumian shut the door of his room and gripped Aurora's hand, pulling her back to gaze at her with a deep frown on his face.
"What was that about?" He was dissatisfied.
Aurora snatched her wrist from his grip and glared at him.
"What kind of question is that? Didn't you see how your brother and his wife behaved?"
