Felix Ronan faced forward without changing his expression and took a step, his tone respectful, "Look at what you're saying, didn't we come back last summer to celebrate your grand birthday?"
The mediation between elders, Lucy Ansley and Henry Ronan had no place to interject.
Mrs. Ronan's gaze lingered over the group, raising her chin slightly, "Ian, take them out for a stroll first. Hugh and Wendy are in the front yard, you'll all be family in the future, so meet up and get acquainted early."
Lucy was subtly observing the tea room, and upon hearing this, she glanced faintly at Mrs. Ronan.
The old lady referred to her as 'people,' no longer 'girl' or 'Little Ansley.'
In contrast, Hugh and Wendy were addressed with nicknames.
Having lived to the old lady's age, even in causing discomfort, she could do it subtly.
But Lucy was more sensitive and intelligent than she thought; she naturally understood the differential treatment.
