As Mila watched the figures disappear into the Crimson Gardens and Giselle’s retreating silhouette, her heart sank. Something felt off, but she couldn’t quite place it. Nonetheless, she had no choice but to go in.
Just then, her phone rang. It was Adrian. After a moment’s hesitation, she answered.
Mom, why aren’t you home? Oh, guess what! Uncle’s here, and I brought him to the house. You should come back soon!
His voice was filled with an eager need for approval.
Mila’s heart ached, but she managed to respond, I’ll be home soon.
…
After hanging up, Adrian turned to find Hugo and Charlotte standing awkwardly in the living room. Two trails of muddy footprints marred the pristine marble floor, with partially melted snow clinging to the soles. He frowned.
Harper, the floor’s dirty, he remarked, his innocent eyes wide.
Harper quickly ushered them to the side to change into disposable house slippers and called for someone to clean up the mess. She was well aware of the household rules: Mila’s relatives were generally unwelcome, and her husband had made it clear they weren’t to be let in. The only reason they were inside now was because young Adrian had brought them, leaving no room to refuse.
Hugo and Charlotte could feel the disdain directed at them, their faces betraying a mix of embarrassment and silent resentment. They had no appetite for admiring the grand decor, their minds stewing with indignation. They silently vowed to deal with these haughty servants once Mila and her husband returned.
Soon, Mila arrived. Harper greeted her with delight, helping her change clothes, offering a warm cloth to wipe her hands and face, and serving a bowl of nourishing soup to chase away the chill. Her care was meticulous.
Charlotte watched with envy. Before she could speak, Adrian rushed forward.
Mom, where have you been? It’s so late! Will you stay with me tonight? he pleaded, determined to keep his promise to his father to stay by his mother’s side until his return.
I’m still cold from outside, don’t get too close, Mila gently pushed Adrian away.
She turned her gaze toward the young couple who had risen from the couch, her eyes harboring a deep, concealed chill. They had come all this way just to ask for money!
Visit me? Or beg for money?
Mila ignored her outstretched hand, her gaze coldly fixed on Hugo, who was still playing the part of the tearful, doting brother.
What’s the real reason you’re here? she asked icily.
Tears fell from Hugo’s eyes. Sister, after all these years, you’re so cold. Don’t you miss me at all? I’m your only brother!
Mila scoffed.
With acting skills like yours, why aren’t you winning an Oscar instead of pulling this act? You’re making me sick. When you return the money you conned out of me, then we can discuss family ties. A grown man crying at the drop of a hat, pretending to be pitiful—you’re not selling yourself, so cut it out!
Let’s get to the point. What do you want this time?