The thunderstorm outside had long since passed.
After everyone had left, Amelia Clarke introduced herself to Madam Moreland and Oscar Moreland with utmost grace and decorum, and she appropriately expressed her apologies.
Her appearance was of the pure and innocent type, especially when she smiled faintly, appearing fresh, natural, and endearing—a favorite with the elders.
Her speech further displayed her upbringing and manners, making her even more likable.
Granny Moreland beamed with delight.
Owen Moreland had awoken once, which indicated that there was no serious trouble, and now her attention shifted entirely from Owen to Amelia Clarke.
Her slightly cloudy yet bright eyes sized up Amelia Clarke again and again, and the more she looked, the more she liked her.
Although this girl was a bit young, she was genuinely beautiful, with a sweet demeanor. Raising her for a year or so, the children she would bear in the future would surely be exceedingly beautiful…
