The Old Master coughed awkwardly from the side, his authoritative voice tinged with a hint of unnatural stiffness.
"Do you women always talk without considering the occasion?"
Grandma Rodbell grabbed Arabella Vanderbilt's hand and pulled her behind her, casting a sidelong glance at the Old Master.
"You men get all excited and do whatever you want with women regardless of occasion, and yet you have the nerve to criticize us women for just talking?"
The Old Master's face turned red with embarrassment, "…What do you mean doing whatever regardless of occasion?! You..."
"What? Should I start reminiscing about your glorious deeds from back then?"
Grandma Rodbell continued, staring directly at the Old Master, her expression unchanged, as if she weren't one of the main characters.
