The hacienda living room.
As soon as Lucy Ansley stepped in, she sensed an oddly tense atmosphere.
Elaine Ruane and Felix Ronan were not in the living room. The servants were busy with their tasks, while Eva Ronan and Max Shaw were sitting separately on single chairs, silently facing each other.
To be precise, it was Eva Ronan who was silently sulking with a cold face.
As for Max Shaw, he was sending messages on his phone, his lips curling into a gentle smile.
Lucy Ansley tightly squeezed Henry Ronan's fingertips, perplexedly glancing sideways.
She hadn't been back for a few months, and the atmosphere between her sister and her soon-to-be brother-in-law had become so strange.
While she was thinking this, Max Shaw's phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, his entire face softened, and he answered in a low, magnetic voice, "What's up?"
The living room was very quiet, and faintly, the voice from the phone seemed to be a woman's.
