Adam Duncan stood at the door holding a bouquet of intricately wrapped baby's breath. He was momentarily taken aback to see his unreliable sister there, then asked in a slightly disdainful tone,
"What are you doing here?"
Isabella Duncan looked him up and down. To think her useless brother actually bought flowers when he never even bought them for their mom's birthday.
"I'm here to talk to Sister Juliana about something. Do I really need to inform you?"
Adam raised an eyebrow, his eyes flicking between the two women, thinking to himself that this thick-skinned person was unilaterally claiming kinship.
"Who's your Sister Juliana? Don't get too carried away with your own thoughts."
Isabella snorted softly, muttering under her breath,
"If you were capable, I wouldn't have to."
Adam glared a warning at her, making Isabella clamp her mouth shut in fear.
Clara Knox sat at her workspace, expressionless, pretending that the siblings were air.