The glass made a crisp, shattering sound as it smashed onto the floor. The servants immediately rushed in from outside. “Miss Rollins?”
Anastasia waved them off, then casually looked at Fabian as she said, “What are you doing, Uncle Fabian?”
Her tone was calm, but she had dropped her smile, and her cold expression looked dignified.
Slightly drunk, Fabian continued to yell, “What am I doing?! It’s your cousin’s funeral today, yet neither you nor your dad bothered to ask about it. Also, your father hasn’t answered my calls for the last few days. What is that supposed to mean?!”
“My father hasn’t been feeling well and needs to rest. If there’s anything you would like to ask him, please wait until he gets better.” After a pause, she said meaningfully, “However, I don’t know how he’ll feel if you ask him with your current tone. After all, he hasn’t been feeling well, and you know we all tend to be in a bad mood when we’re sick.”
Fabia’s shock was evident since he was still scared of Cameron. He only forgot how much he feared the man as his brother-in-law had done everything Rhea told him. Before this, even a cough from Cameron would make Fabian wonder if he had done anything wrong.
However, his heart ached with sadness about Rhea, and his fear became less intense.
“Stop trying to scare me, okay? I’m visiting to see how he’s doing, right? He’s feeling unwell, isn’t he? As his brother-in-law, of course, I’ll visit him.” He walked toward the stairs, continuing, “Ron, I’m here to see you! Are you feeling better?! Ron?!”
He shouted as he headed forward.
Anastasia panicked when she saw Fabian reaching the stairs. She hurried over and blocked his path with her open arms. “My father isn’t feeling well and won’t be seeing anyone! You shouldn’t disturb him unless you want to upset him and things get ugly!”
Since Anastasia had barred his way, Fabian stopped. Instead of feeling unnerved, he scanned her up and down before sneering meaningfully.
“Tasia, what game are you playing with me? Your father isn’t even sick, is he?” He pointed upstairs and looked as if he knew everything. “He’s not even around, is he?”
‘If he were home, the commotion would’ve alarmed him long ago. Considering what I know about Ron, he would surely send someone to kick me out, even if he didn’t personally scold me.
‘Yet, only this wench shows up to stop me after such a commotion. I know something is up!’
“No!” Anastasia mustered her courage and looked up. “My father is just in his room upstairs. As I’ve said, he’s ill and is resting. I’m trying to spare you the embarrassment, but if you insist on disturbing him, be my guest!”
She retracted her hands, straightened her back, and revealed a do-as-you-please look.
However, Fabian became hesitant when his niece did that. He narrowed his eyes and leaned against the stair railing. Fabian looked at her, gazed upstairs, and then back at her. After doing this several times, he pointed at her. “Are you trying to pull my leg?”
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