When they went downstairs, the old master had already asked Rosalie if he could get off his bed before letting Andrius and the butler help him down.

Rosalie lowered her gaze and sat by the dining table as if there was nothing wrong. She was trying her best to lower her presence.

Andrea seemed to be deliberately raising different topics to talk about, and she would ask for Wendy’s opinion before moving on to her.

The old master was present, so she still answered everything.

Not long after, the butler’s voice came from the main entrance.

“Young Master Lawrence.”

What followed was Byron’s short response.

A moment later, the man’s slender figure appeared in front of the crowd.

“Old Man Quirke,” Byron greeted Old Master Quirke first, then glanced around the dining table. He paused for a moment when he saw Rosalie.

Facing his gaze, Rosalie secretly clenched her palm and nodded at him calmly as a greeting.

Byron raised his brows a little and pursed his lips in response.

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