Inside, in the living area, Aiden took a seat along with Arwen and the old lady. The room was elegantly decorated, exuding a warm and elegant ambience that spoke volumes about Brenda's refined taste.
Margaret, who had followed them in tow, smiled warmly. "The dinner will be served in a while," she said, addressing the group. "But before that, would you like to have something?"
As she asked, her eyes lingered on Aiden. He returned her smile with a courteous nod. "That won't be required, Aunt Margaret. I am perfectly fine."
Margaret nodded approvingly before stepping away, leaving the three alone. Brenda, who had been observing quietly, decided to interject.
"You seem eager, again?" she remarked, her sharp gaze resting on Aiden, the faintest hint of challenge in her tone.
