The Young Master Returns

"Mrs. Miller, please, go back inside. We don't want to make this difficult for you," the security guards stood firm, unable to physically pull her back like Eleanor Thompson might have, instead pleading with her, hoping she would understand their difficult position. Avery Miller glared at them fiercely, her voice resolute as she demanded, "Move aside."

The young guards fell silent, turning their eyes towards Eleanor Thompson, hoping she could come up with a solution, given she had looked after her for a while. 

"Mrs. Miller, at least put on this coat. You're still weak, and in this freezing weather, with the wind so strong, you'll fall sick again," Eleanor Thompson said, her voice breaking as tears fell.