Madam Luther.!
Thinking of those three words day and night, Camilla casually said it as a reminder to herself.
Sandra was so angry that she gnashed her teeth, her hands by her side clutching tightly into fists.
She moved the corner of her lips, but due to the presence of the two elders and Sinclair, she forcefully suppressed it.
However, her beautiful eyes stared unblinkingly at Camilla.
Camilla returned Sandra's gaze, her eyes filled with gentle and generous laughter.
However, a trace of imperceptible sarcasm flashed through her eyes.
"Sinclair," Seeing his granddaughter's not quite the right expression, afraid she might lose her composure, Grandpa Porter immediately put down his tea cup and smiled at Grandpa Luther.
"We have been bothering you here for quite some time.
Sandra and I should get going," As he spoke, he glanced at Sinclair and Camilla, his expression gentle and kind.
"Sinclair, Grandpa Porter will be waiting for you at the porter's house."
