Aden smiled shyly and whispered, "It's a unique skill, can't be shared."
Yeats Howard laughed heartily, patting Marcus Quinn on the shoulder, and said, "Marcus, you've found a treasure girl."
Marcus held her small hand tighter, his lips slightly curved, his eyes slightly burning. Since his grandfather left, he hadn't felt this protected warmth for a long time. Aden was his little sunshine, his life.
Aden's eyes curved with a smile, feeling very good. She finally could do something for Marcus. The Duncan Family wanted to bully Marcus for being honest? Impossible!
"Why are you here so early today, Yeats?" A member of a distinguished family stepped forward, smiling in greeting.
"I brought my brother here to deal with some ignorant people. Naturally, I had to come early," Yeats said with a meaningful smile, his grin perpetually casual.
