Looking at the closed private room door, Sherry Taylor felt none of the elation of a successful scheme; all she could think about was Owen Moreland's indifferent glance, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.
She hadn't done anything outrageous, he... he shouldn't do anything to her, right?
Inside the private room.
Everyone was somewhat astonished by the sudden appearance of the simple-minded young man, and their gazes towards Amelia Clarke and Olivia Wilson carried an added layer of meaning.
Mason Carter stood at the door, staring blankly at everyone, his head slightly tilted as if pondering something.
"Mason, say hello to grandma and grandpa, and to your uncles and aunts, as your sister taught you," Amelia reminded him.
Mason pouted childishly, "Mason doesn't know who to greet first..."
Olivia Wilson regained her composure at this moment and, seeing Mason standing at the doorway, was taken aback, her voice somewhat suppressed, "Mason, how did you get here?"
