"Not yet." Isabella bowed her head.
Ruth Upperton seized the opportunity and immediately retorted, "Haven't found her yet? Could she have been kidnapped? I've heard people say your mother is quite the looker despite her age, looking just like a young lady, maybe some freshly released convict has taken a fancy to her—"
"Boom!!!"
A sudden loud noise!
The massive dining table was abruptly flipped to the ground by Julian Johnsons. Everyone was so startled they stepped back, watching in shock as bowls, plates, and dishes scattered everywhere, spilled soup mixing with steaming dishes, an utter mess...
Julian Johnsons stood there domineeringly, around him, the burning flames of fury raged, akin to a bloodthirsty King, making hearts tremble with fear.
Ruth Upperton knew she had angered her grandson with those sarcastic remarks about Ella Lacey, so she put on a smiling face and said, "No worries, I'll have the servants clean up, and dinner can be prepared anew."
