Bessie still wanted to say something, but Stone entered the room with Beatrice.
The old man let out a cold snort, his face stern, cutting off anything further Bessie had to say.
"Everyone, sit down," the old man commanded with authority.
"Alright," Stone said, kneeling for two hours without daring to utter a single complaint.
With the old man presiding, the crowd who used to engage in fierce battles unexpectedly sat down at the same table, eating the bland medicinal dishes in silence.
Bessie, unable to bear it several times, felt the urge to jab her finger at Delphine's forehead and tell her grandfather that this illegitimate daughter had already climbed into her eldest brother's bed. If they didn't deal with her now, she'd be unstoppable in the future.
But the man's deep and narrow phoenix eyes glanced over faintly, his smile inscrutable, sending a chill down Bessie's spine.
