Amelia didn’t actually let the bodyguards take her bag. "No need to trouble yourselves. The things inside are for my medical work, I’ll carry it myself. You can go about your business."
She still had to meet the "old friend’s grandson" her grandmother had mentioned, and being too flashy might complicate things.
The bodyguards, understanding her, nodded politely. "Please, go ahead."
Evelyn couldn’t watch this any longer. Her teeth clenched as she hissed, "Are you sure that invitation is real?"
"Yeah! Maybe you just didn’t see it right!" Mary shouted louder than anyone else.
She knew very well the conditions of that girl—how could she possibly have a real invitation?
Mia bit her lip and tugged at her mother's sleeve. "Mom, this is the Jenkins family."
At that, Mary regained her compos
