Evie Larkin bit her lip, originally planning to sit down, but after hesitating for a moment, she chose to stand by old Mr. Forrest's wheelchair instead.
Old Mr. Forrest turned his head and looked at her: "Why isn't Evie sitting?"
"Old Mr. Forrest, I'd rather not sit, I'll go back to my room, and not disturb your chatting."
"No need for that, if you prefer to stay downstairs, just stay here, I'll take Jane Quinlan upstairs."
Kay Forrest stood up, holding Jane Quinlan's hand: "Dad, we'll go upstairs for a bit, call me if you need anything."
Grayson Forrest nodded, it was indeed awkward for these youngsters to gather together, and he didn't insist.
Jane Quinlan's face was the epitome of awkwardness: "Uncle, it so happens I have something to discuss with Forrest.
After we talk, I'll come down and join you for a chat."
"Okay, no problem, you guys do your thing, don't mind me over here."
