"Alright, enough!"
Isabel Reid scolded her child for their rudeness. After ensuring that the four of them kept quiet, she then turned her gentle gaze toward Noah.
"Young man, may I call you Noah?" her tone was lower than before.
"Yes, ma'am..."
"Call me, Isabel..." She smiled and invited Noah to take a seat on the empty sofa. "You as well, Edgar. Don't just stand there."
"Thank you, old madam." With a gentle nod, Edgar acknowledges his master mother warmly before inviting Noah to take a seat beside him, where they both settle comfortably.
Noah felt relieved when he noticed that one person here still appeared neutral about his status.
Nevertheless, he remained silent. He let Edgar speak to them while he continued to observe.
"Noah, I hope you can forgive my children. Their words might sound a bit harsh, but I truly hope you can understand where their suspicions are coming from. It's just that my second son never had the chance to marry before he passed away."
