Stepping into the living room of the Mansion, Maya immediately spotted Jeffery sitting in the armchair across from her, engrossed in a newspaper.
His imposing figure, dressed in a military uniform, radiated authority and seriousness.
She pressed her lips together and spoke up, "Good day Grandpa.”
However, Jeffery didn’t even lift his eyes, his expression indifferent as if he hadn’t heard her at all, continuing to read the newspaper.
She had expected this reaction, so she didn’t take it to heart.
Madame Claire was busy brewing coffee, her delicate features reflecting years of pampering, exuding a mature charm that still captivated.
She called out, "Mom."
"You're here?" Claire’s tone was somewhat warmer. "I've had the maid tidy up your room. She'll take you there shortly."
Just then,
