"Yeah." Apart from watching her step-siblings during their fencing class, Aysel also took a fencing class in high school, and she excelled in it. It was just one of her many talents.
"Humph." Paula harrumphed with a cold look, thoroughly defeated by her daughter-in-law.
However, her prejudice wouldn't disappear—not until Aysel left that dirty industry, for the people from there always haunted her dreams, no matter how good they appeared, for she knew behind that expensive facade of theirs is something bitter, something cold and disgusting.
"Paula..." Lawrence opened his mouth, intending to chide his firecracker daughter-in-law.
"One last thing, Sir!" Paula raised her index finger in request, delight written on her face as she managed to think of something that might falter this little girl before her. "Do you know how to make tea?"
"Tea?" Aysel repeated, sounding a bit taken aback.
