"What... incest?"
The grandmother's eyes nearly popped out of her sockets, pointing at Aidan Lucas incredulously, "You, you black-hearted beast, how could there be a man like you who curses his own cousin? Paul is so young, yet you have the heart to tarnish his name, you, you are really..."
The old lady was so out of breath that she nearly had a fit.
Her body shook violently a few times, and then she tottered backward, about to fall over.
Milly Gray had been sitting behind her, comforting the grandmother until now, and she could have caught her.
But for some reason, Milly Gray didn't move an inch, simply letting the old lady fall.
By the time Emily Taylor reacted and moved to catch the old lady, it was already too late.
The old lady's body hit the heavy solid wood table, numbing half her arm.
"Auntie, be careful—" Emily Taylor rushed to catch her.
Turning her head to look at Milly Gray, intending to question why she hadn't helped.
