When Mark saw Sheila, his face darkened as well.
“Amanda.” Sheila looked at Amanda coldly, a strange, mocking smile on her face—she stared at Amanda as if she were looking at a dead person.
Amanda met her gaze calmly.
“You came to see me for something?” Amanda’s dark, peach blossom-shaped eyes stayed indifferent as she looked at her. Just by her expression, it was clear she had something in mind.
She had come looking for trouble.
Sheila smiled faintly, her expression inscrutable. “Yes. Where’s my uncle? I have something to announce.”
Amanda pointed upstairs. “He’s in his study.”
“Oh, in the study? Then come up with me. I have something to say to you both.” Sheila finished, then started up the stairs, her posture straight and noble.
Amanda looked at her son and hesitated for a momen
