Jane Chandler was in disbelief. It was the first time she had ever heard her grandson speak so fluently, and yet, it was only to defend Naomi Kenway. She clutched her chest with one hand and sank back into her chair, trembling.
A nearby servant rushed to steady her, but she waved them away. Her gaze, fixed on Naomi Kenway, was as sharp as daggers. "How many wicked things has your mother taught you in private? You're usually so quiet, but the moment you open your mouth, it's to curse at me!"
"Mommy didn't teach me! Grandma is mean! I don't like Grandma, and I don't want to talk to Grandma!" Ian Shaw shook his head vigorously, his face a mask of defiance.
