Just as she was trying to stifle a laugh, Adrian Quincy suddenly looked up, his gaze so icy it scared her into unconsciously snapping to attention.
"Since you've already apologized to Claire, Mother, you should head back. I doubt Claire can forgive you right away, and I still need to coax her."
Mrs. Quincy: "!!!"
Claire Sinclair: "..."
'Why do I feel like I've been caught in the crossfire, but in a good way?'
Mrs. Quincy's face flushed with anger. She snapped, "Adrian, how can you speak to your mother like that? Where are the manners I taught you when you were a child?"
"Mother, when you disregarded my and Claire's dignity and humiliated her in front of all our relatives, were you considering the issue of manners then?"
"You— That's a separate issue! Besides, I already apologized to her!"
"But Mother, you haven't received Claire's forgiveness," Adrian Quincy countered, his expression unchanging.
