Amelia stood up straight, no longer engaging in conversation with Auntie Ashford. She grabbed her black bag, her long legs elegant and cold as she turned to Edgar. "Big brother, let's go. These people don't need treatment."
Edgar nearly had a heart attack from the anger. "Little sis, listen to me. Miss Abby is Miss Abby, and the Cromwell family is the Cromwell family. You—"
"Uncle Monroe," a soft yet noble voice suddenly interrupted.
Auntie Ashford immediately changed her attitude, bowing respectfully. "Miss, what brings you here?"
The young lady, holding up the hem of her skirt, moved with grace like a fallen angel. Her pale face and delicate features exuded a pitiful elegance. "What do you mean, 'I am I, and the Cromwell family is the Cromwell family'? the Cromwell family raised me.
