Paige Summers went to open the door. Two people were standing outside. At the forefront was a smiling Wendy Lowell, and slightly behind her was a man in his fifties or sixties. It was, without a doubt, the Old Master of the Lowell Family. He had an average build and a very kind face. Even when he wasn't smiling, he didn't seem stern or unapproachable.
Paige Summers quickly sized them up and said, "Please, come in."
Wendy Lowell eagerly agreed, saying as she helped her father inside, "Dad, this is Paige. Look at her—she's a grown woman now!"
Frederick Lowell, the patriarch of the Lowell Family, sighed emotionally. "Indeed, she is."
He turned to look at Paige Summers. After closing the door, Paige turned and studied him carefully.
Frederick Lowell must have been in his sixties, but he looked no older than fifty. He had very little gray hair and few wrinkles; he was clearly well-preserved.
