Yvonne looked around the familiar room that she had been inside numerous times by now.
Glancing at the tapestry of the map of Rosenhyde mounted on the wall, she nodded as this would be useful for what she was about to speak to her father.
Butler Limo brought glasses of cold water for his Master and Young Miss before he exited the room and would stand outside to guard it.
Rutherford watched his daughter gulp down the cold water and smiled.
'She cannot bear the heat.' He shook his head at his delicate child.
Sometimes she was willing to train under the hot sun's rays while at times she could not bear the heat even when she was inside the house.
This daughter of his was an anomaly which even he could not make sense of at times.
The little girl did not realize that her father was trying to decipher the great puzzle named Yvonne St. Claire.
Wiping her lips with the handkerchief, she prepared to speak about the matter at hand.