"Why are you antagonizing the young man, James?" Mildred, Arthur's older sister and a high-ranking agent, asked. She was higher than a superintendent, and her expression couldn't tell what she was thinking.
"I think our niece has a poor taste in men. Simple." James stated casually while shooting a glance at Godfrey.
Godfrey frowned and looked at Isolde, who silently focused on her meal, but he could tell she wasn't really interested in her food.
Was this lunch really lunch? Who would be able to eat properly with such tension?!
Well… he spoke too soon, as all the Pendragons were eating just fine. Isolde might be affected because he was the subject of this conversation.
"I doubt my daughter's taste can be poor. I gave birth to her, after all." Christine intervened as she gently wiped her mouth with a serviette.
James revealed a strained smile while Isolde whispered, "Thank you," in a soft, almost inaudible tone to her mother.
