Yvonne Sutton heard that familiar eerie voice and her shoulder instinctively trembled, but she tightly held onto Lily Shaw's arm. The warmth from her palm gave her enough courage, and she turned to face the displeased Eldest Young Master Grant and shouted loudly, "Yes!"
"Mr. Grant, you come home and throw your weight around with your family, have you not had enough outside?" Lily Shaw's bright eyes shimmered with joy, but her words were relentless.
"Let go of your sister-in-law." Aiden Grant saw Yvonne holding tight onto his little woman's hand, and his very attractive eyes slightly raised, his tone peaceful but with a hint of firmness.
"No way! Sister-in-law is my armor!" Yvonne emerged mischievously from behind Lily Shaw and cheerfully said to the increasingly annoyed Aiden Grant.
"Alright, alright, stop messing around. Mr. Grant, what delicious food did you bring us?" Lily Shaw, having slept until noon, was starving, and her eyes sparkled as she saw the bag Aiden was holding.
