Elizabeth hadn’t had time to figure out where that familiar voice had come from before she heard Bradley calling out to Brett.
Brett nodded slightly, his tone calm yet carrying a hint of sternness. “It’s your first time bringing someone here, and you’re not even considering her feelings. The house is so big—it’s only natural to get lost. Don’t you know she might feel scared?”
Then, with a cold tone, he added, “Bring her to the dining room. Stop yelling like some impatient lunatic. Is this the kind of etiquette the Barton family has taught you?”
Brett’s severe tone made Bradley feel thoroughly embarrassed.
Though they were close in age, no matter how gentle and approachable Brett appeared, Bradley always felt an instinctive sense of intimidation toward him.
After all, Bradley had been
