The Mega Residence.
"You're saying you've tracked down that woman Camilla's whereabouts?!"
Madam Mega leaped to her feet at the news she'd been waiting for, fixing the butler with an intense stare.
The sudden movement made the butler flinch in surprise.
"Stop making such a scene," Grandma Mega paused the prayer beads rotating between her fingers.
Her clouded eyes held a chilling coldness that could freeze one's blood.
"Sit down."
Her voice was hoarse and deliberate, carrying an icy authority that broke no disobedience.
Mrs. Mega's face twisted unpleasantly, her lips trembling as if to protest.
"What are you doing?"
Mr. Mega had already pulled her back onto the seat, his tone scolding.
"Get a hold of yourself.
Let's hear what Mother has to say."
Mother this, mother that.
Damn that old hag putting on airs at a time like this!!
Mrs. Mega clutched her dress tightly, her eyes dark and suffocating with hidden turmoil.
