Now at the door, once again criticizing people's moral issues, truly a quirky grandmother.
Isabella Lindsey, however, met her gaze calmly, a cold smile forming on her lips, "Did I go in?"
"Of course you haven't now. But if it weren't for me stopping you, you'd have followed us and slipped into the bedroom!" Ruth Upperton responded swiftly, showing no respect for Isabella Lindsey.
"That's what you think." Isabella Lindsey said indifferently.
"Ignorant wild girl! Don't put on such a disinterested sour face in front of me!" Ruth Upperton barked, hurling a torrent of insults.
Waldor Jones listened, feeling utterly awkward—this grandmother was really too much...
"Alright, grandma, let's go in and take some photos quickly."
Waldor Jones gave Isabella Lindsey a look suggesting she hold her tongue, then grabbed Ruth Upperton's arm. Together, they reached the bedroom door, pushed it open, and stepped inside, entering and taking a few steps—
"Click."
"Click."
"Click."
...
