Andy snorted.
"They must be quarreling."
He could see that grandmother liked Anna very much, but she didn't like Aunt Emily.
"But it's useless."
Andy said, "Dad doesn't like Aunt Anna, so no matter what grandmother wants, it won't work."
Sebastian looked at Andy kindly.
Perhaps every family that had been born for hundreds of years had such a butler.
He was calm, wise, loyal to the family, and his name was Sebastian.
"Don't you like Miss. Brown?"
Sebastian asked gently.
"I thought you had a good time with her."
After all, there were so many women. Only Miss. Anna could have a few words with Andy.
"Aunt Anna is fine."
Andy added, "But I prefer Aunt Emily and Ice."
Sebastian nodded, lost in thought.
"Really? Then I, wish little young master get what you want."
Andy raised his head.
His expression looked exactly like Auston's.
"Of course."
The atmosphere downstairs was much more depressing than that upstairs.