Chapter 013 Thinking nothing of the world After nodding a greeting to Waynett, Veromca opened the car door.

Annette got into the car with downcast eyes.

Veromca got on from the other side.

"How's your grandma?"

He enquired after closing the door.

Glen had finally recovered from the shock that Master Veromca, the sixth son of the noble Lancaster family, should have opened the door for Annette himself, and began to start the engine mechanically.

Waynett replied, "Under the treatment of an army medical doctor.

But not well."

But his eyes had never left Annette when he was speaking.

The girl sat at the back seat, tilting her body and playing a phone game just in a way that made her as comfortable as possible.

She just went on her own way.

to stop

been talking about? Knowing Old Mrs Lancaster was in bad condition, Veromca, who

come she’s getting worse now when she's said to be

"I don't know."

dry answer from

eyes now fell on the bright red rubber band around Annette's wrist, he lifted his eyebrows a little - How odd that girl who always put

sharp to neglect that Annette could perceive that even without raising

into a more comfortable pose and went on with her game nonchalantly,

nothing of

a stop in front

in, and

Veromca told Waynett.

get

missed you very

look, still with one

for a

the historic Lancaster House was a quaint garden with its own

walls upon floor

Mrs Lancaster was brightly lit up like daytime and full of

Veromca’s appearance in that yard,

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