Emma Shaw led the way with a full-faced smile.
Lily looked at her retreating figure, shaking her head to herself.
Emma's attempts at insinuation were all too obvious.
Anyone would recognize her deliberate attempts to sow discord at first listen.
Yet even knowing Emma was trying to instigate trouble, hearing her words still left a sour taste in Lily's heart.
She couldn't help but lower her head and ask Ben, "Did you feel wronged just now, inside?"
"No..." the little boy shook his head, "Aunt Lily, it was so boring inside that Ben just went to wait by the door for you all. I don't care at all about what they were saying."
Charles Taylor, that kid, liked to jab at me every time we met, with or without reason.
Ben Lucas never took his cousin, who was younger than him, seriously at all.
To Ben, whether it was provocation or mischief, it all seemed utterly trivial.
