"However, I can always attribute this docility to your mother." Helena chuckled as she spotted that glare in Scott's eyes. Then again, why should she deny the truth? "She was never a good match with anyone from your family."
"At least my mother chose kindness and love over painful secrets." Scott downed his drink as much as Helena drank from her cup. He then placed the empty glass down and left without another word.
When he ran into an attendant outside the room, he stopped and gave an order. "Clear out Parker's and Avery's things from this house and send their luggage to this address. We won't return to this house anymore. You can tell your mistress to keep Connie's portrait if she wants to. If not, send it back to Pareidolia's nearest art gallery."
