"Like father, like son. This enticing men thing must be hereditary..." Chelia Forbis said angrily, "And she already dares to give me the cold shoulder?"
Rebecca Dean glared at her daughter, "Don't say such things at home anymore. If your father hears it, he'll be furious."
"I just don't understand." Chelia Forbis looked unwilling to accept it, "A bastard child, why does Dad dote on her so much?"
Rebecca Dean glanced towards the staircase, "Hmph... it's all because of that woman. Your dad always feels guilty towards her."
"You're the lawful wife, she's just a mistress, why should..." Seeing the anger on her mother's face, Chelia Forbis didn't continue on that topic. Instead, she raised the wine bottle in her hand, looking at the year on it, her eyes showing surprise, "This wine sells for nearly twenty thousand outside, Louis Bennett is really generous!"
Rebecca Dean looked at the wine bottle in her hand, "Seems like there's really something going on this time."
