The old woman let out a worrying groan attracting everyone's attention except Stella who was lost in her feelings of anger.
"Grandmother are you alright?" Asked Logan who dashed to her side and crounched near the rocking cushioned chair in which she sat.
Arthur who scoffed at his brother's question, picked up his phone and dialed the emergency help line only to be stopped by his grandmother who assured the worried lot that she was fine.
"Are you sure? Because you do look alittle pale." Logan kissed the hand of the only woman that had ever genuinely loved him in his opinion.
She nodded and argued Stella to refrain from talking like she had a megaphone in her mouth, they all agreed and requested that she takes a few minutes to compose herself.
Stella sniggered.
