The Formidable Woman

Upon arriving at the club, indeed, I met the person I had guessed I would see—Joy's aunt, whom I had only seen from a distance before.

The sharp-tongued woman introduced her as Madam Wilson.

Perhaps it was the Wilson Family genes, but his aunt was quite beautiful—tall and imposing. Dora was right; she was very assertive, and there was nothing about her that could be described as gentle. Her hairstyle, eyebrows, clothes, and even her movements exuded aloofness.

The moment she saw me, her eyes narrowed, she looked at me for a second, then raised her eyebrows slightly, "Sit down!"

I sat down on the sofa next to her, trying to appear calm, but I was actually very nervous.

"Grace, do you know why I asked you here?" Her tone was rather mild, probably the most restrained she could manage.

But her question was tricky, making it hard for me to answer.