Mrs. Cain's desperate rush for the door came to a sudden halt, and everyone in the room turned their gazes back to Arabella Donovan.
The intense scrutiny made Arabella shiver involuntarily.
'Seriously, why is everyone looking at me like that? I was just asking offhandedly.'
Caspian Rhodes: '...' 'I'd bet anything that was far from just an offhand question!'
Mrs. Cain could vent her emotions at her husband without a second thought, but she didn't dare shout at the one person who could help her child, Master Donovan.
After forcing herself to calm down, Mrs. Cain finally answered in a hoarse voice, "His brother's son is named Terence Lewis."
"How old is he this year?"
"Seventeen. He'll be eighteen after the New Year."
"He attends Norcapital Preparatory Academy No. 1?"
"How did you know that?"
Arabella's expression was deadpan.
'Because I have the script, of course! But is this world getting totally messed up? They're even letting this kind of thing pop up.'
