"Young Master Cyril is here!"
A loud announcement shattered the stifling silence in the hall.
"My son is here." A doting smile appeared on Old Mistress Denise's face as she cast her gaze toward the entrance.
Expressions of elation also appeared on the faces of Aviva, Herty, and Hernie as they also turned in the same direction.
The derisive sneer on Aurora's face became even more pronounced, and she slumped back into her seat as if she were an audience member awaiting the commencement of a good show.
Cyril appeared at the entrance with a triumphant smile on his face as if everything were under his control.
A relieved smile appeared on Herty's and Hernie's face upon seeing this. Cyril's confidence made the result of this contest quite apparent to them.
"Father," Cyril said in a respectful voice as he hurriedly strode into the hall.
Jeffree merely nodded expressionlessly in response.
