The servants were terrified and quickly helped Emma Carter out and put her in the car.
The living room fell into silence again.
This time, it was even more suffocating than before.
Snow Fitch sat quietly, observing her own thoughts without uttering a word.
But in her mind, she thought this visit was worth it!
Such dramatic battles within a wealthy family were a rare sight indeed!
Amelia Garcia sat listlessly for a while, finding it boring, then stood up, "Snow, let's go."
"Oh!" Snow Fitch got up, pulling the little boy by her side, "Let's go, time to go back."
Ethan obediently stood up, but his eyes were fixed on the tall man, his innocent eyes filled with an emotion that was somewhere between worry and something else.
As Amelia Garcia brushed past Christopher Hart, her wrist was grabbed.
"Don't take my mother's words to heart," he said in a low, hoarse voice, clearly exhausted.
Amelia Garcia held his hand, meanwhile twisting her own wrist.