Chapter 45 A Master of Manipulation

In the past, Idris’ words would have stirred my emotions, but now, they only left me feeling numb. I looked at him, a laugh escaping my lips, but I did not feel like speaking anymore. The autumn sun was inviting, shining upon the Young's Old Manor. Madam Young was basking in its warmth, comfortably seated in a rocking chair in the yard. As Idris and I arrived, she was feigning sleep, her eyes closed. Mr. Zachary had two chairs brought over and served us two cups of clear tea. He then stood next to Madam Young, whispering, "The guests have arrived." At the sound of his voice, Madam Young leisurely opened her eyes, her gaze falling on us. She exchanged a few subtle words with Idris before turning to me with some inconsequential questions. After a while, she found an excuse to send Idris away. Then, she turned to me. "I've heard about your father's situation. It may seem inappropriate for me, as an elder, to discuss other matters with you at this time, but I am Idris's grandmother,