Ethan, who had felt a glimmer of despair, lit up at her words: “Why?"
Yara replied: “You once told me to trust my grandfather’s choice. If my grandfather chose you, then I will trust you too."
"Me too. I’m willing to support you.” Nicandro said, stepping forward.
Ethan smiled and said: “Good, good. Among the hundreds of members in the Tremblay family, at least two have some sense."
"Yara.” Ethan called out.
"What is it?" Yara responded.
"I'm thirsty. Could you make me a cup of tea?" Ethan asked, an odd request.
"Here?" Yara hesitated, slightly confused.
"Yes, here.” Ethan replied, finding an intact table among the wreckage. With a flick of his hand, all the dishes and cutlery on it fell to the ground. He sat down.
Yara went back to her room to fetch a tea set and prepared tea for
