Maggie shook her head in panic, stammering, "No, Childe Chris. You can't kick me out. I am..."
Before she could finish her plea, Chris' attendants quickly stepped forward, covered her mouth, and dragged her out of the dining room.
The room fell silent in an instant. Isabel was still somewhat dazed until Chris reverted to his usual gentle demeanor and looked at her with concern. "Are you hurt?"
Isabel gently shook her head and used sign language to convey. "I'm fine."
Chris wore a warm smile, seemingly wanting to pat Isabel's head. But he restrained himself and simply said, "That's good. You are Uncle Bernard's foster daughter, which makes you my sister in a way. No one should treat you with such disrespect."
Isabel gestured to Chris to express her gratitude.
A helpless smile appeared
