Adrian felt genuinely grateful for the kind of help and support they were receiving. It was rare to find such good-hearted people, especially in times like these.
Kenji's mother was sitting with them in the small, cozy living room, her warm smile never leaving her face even as she spoke about Ruby's family. "That Clara," she said with clear disgust, shaking her head, "she's vicious and proud just because she owns that big house. She treats everyone else like dirt beneath her feet. And her daughter, Emma—oh, don't even get me started! That witch is even worse. So arrogant! She acts like the world must bow before her. I heard she's a director in some movies now. Hmph! As if that makes her better than anyone."
Adrian's expression stayed calm, but his sharp eyes flickered darkly. He had already expected Ruby's aunt to be difficult, but hearing this made his blood quietly boil. "So she's still the same," he muttered. "No conscience, no heart."
