Everyone's eyes fell on the small robot she was holding; it was already dilapidated.
"What is this?" the elder asked.
"Nothing," Melody Thorne raised her lip and looked at the people in front of her, "What is everyone waiting here for?"
"Melody Thorne, how dare you ask? You apprehended the clan elder, and we refuse to accept this. You just came to the Seymour Family and don't have such authority."
"Yes, we need an explanation for this."
"Without a proper explanation, recklessly causing trouble in the Seymour Family is something we absolutely cannot allow."
Melody Thorne looked amusingly at her indignant uncles, "Were you all this agitated when my dad died because of a prophecy?"
"What do you mean? He ended up like that because he wouldn't listen to advice. Now it's your turn, and you're ignoring it like your father did, don't blame us uncles for not warning you. Be careful, or you'll end up like him."
