Ignoring the question as a result of intense hunger, Phoebe's greedy mouth and hands concentrated on nothing but the small bowl of creamy ginger carrot soup.
Her grandmother and mother allowed her to satiate herself first, patiently waiting for the bowl to be emptied. With a satisfied look in her eyes, Jennie handed it to a maid.
"Bring the oatmeal bowl." she ordered.
It was loaded with fresh fruit on top and after thanking her mother, Phoebe started eating, slowly this time round.
"I have never been inside David's bedroom." Grandma Mayfair looked around. When she saw different pictures of Phoebe on the wall, she was not even surprised.
That boy is really obsessed with my granddaughter, she thought. "So, why did David rush out of here? Does it have anything to do with Dickson's death?"
Phoebe swallowed the berries in her mouth. "I guess you have not heard that the Mortimer's are here."