"And as for truly bringing disgrace upon the family name, I think you, Mrs. Osborne..."
"That's enough," suddenly, a deep, stern voice of rebuke came from the doorway; Old Master Osborne, Kennedy Osborne, with his hair now grizzled, looked darkly at Emma Osborne standing before him.
Emma Osborne instinctively shivered; within this household, the old master naturally held immense authority. She could argue with Lannie Ward and disregard Irene Clarins, the old woman, as nothing.
But before Kennedy Osborne, she truly dared not to overstep her bounds, for he held in his hands the power of life and death over her. If Old Master Osborne cut off her financial lifeline, she knew she wouldn't live very well on the little money she earned on the fashion runway.
"Grandfather," Emma Osborne called out to the Old Master tentatively, walking over and gently shaking Connor Osborne's arm, "Connor, say something to Grandfather."
