Jane Chandler was in disbelief. It was the first time she had ever heard her grandson speak so fluently, but it was all to defend Naomi Kenway. She clutched her chest with one hand and shakily sat back down in her chair.
A nearby servant hurried to support her, but she waved them away. Her gaze toward Naomi Kenway was like a dagger. "What nasty things has your mother been teaching you behind my back? You're usually so quiet, but the moment you open your mouth, it's to insult me!"
"Mommy didn't teach me. Grandma's mean. I don't like Grandma. I don't want to talk to Grandma!" Ian Shaw shook his head back and forth emphatically, his face a mask of defiance.
