Not just because inside is, the highly respected Shane Lowell.
But also because the feud between the two families originates from his sister.
The room is lit like daylight by a crystal chandelier. An elderly man in a suit sits upright on the sofa, and as his gaze sweeps over, it carries a faint air of intimidation that makes her entire body tense up slightly.
Keane Lowell instinctively tightened his grip on her a bit.
Soon, Claire Prescott adjusted her state, followed Keane Lowell's voice, and called him: "Grandpa Lowell."
Shane Lowell looked her over and said, "You're the well-known herbalist from Sinclair Apothecary, aren't you?"
"Grandpa, you can just call me Claire."
The words fell.
A short silence ensued.
Shane Lowell was silent for a moment, then said, "You all go out first. I'd like to speak with her alone."
"Grandfather…"
Keane hadn't finished speaking when his father nudged him with his arm.
Quentin Lowell sternly told him, "Wait outside."
