Hill Hussey turned to look at Wendy Hollander, whose face was alternating between pale and green, as he introduced his granddaughter, "Vivian, this is Mr. Ainsley's grandmom, you should call her Madam Ainsley."
Mr. Ainsley's grandmom?
Isn't that...
Lola Hussey turned her head to glance at Ethan Ainsley who was standing next to her. His face was impassive, his eyes deep and inscrutable, she couldn't guess what he was thinking.
So it was Ethan's grandmother.
Though the incident moments ago had displeased her, she still said politely, "Madam Ainsley."
Caught off-guard, Wendy Hollander's expression became extremely flustered.
She nodded a couple of times, "Ah, ah, good child."
Then she asked; "She, she is Vivian?"
Hill Hussey nodded, "Vivian is still young and naive, she also doesn't speak much. I apologize for her earlier actions."
"Not at all."
General Douglas was apologizing to Madam Ainsley on behalf of his granddaughter.
It was a matter of courtesy.