The elder who had been keeping his head down had a cold glint in his eyes. "Sorry, this is a private space the Seymour Family gave me. It's filled with various medicines, and it's really inconvenient for you all to visit."
Melody Thorne forced a smile, "So, elder, are you directly refusing me now?"
"I wouldn't dare."
"But that's exactly what you just said."
"Melody," Jared Quinn swiftly pulled her back, his sharp gaze scanning over the elder scrutinizingly. This person was deeply trusted by the Seymour Family, likely because of some impressive methods.
"Why are you stopping me? It's a Seymour family place, and I can't go in? Even if it's his private space, I have the right to take a look, right? Not only do I want to see it, but I also think this space is too small for the elder. I'm planning to get him a bigger room."
"Melody," the old man already had a bit of a headache.
