Mystical and Noble

No sooner had she said that than a figure appeared in the siblings' line of sight from the balcony on the second floor. The man stood aloof from a high position, exuding arrogance and luxury. His aura was mystical and noble, coldly indifferent, with a touch of laziness emanating from his bones. Joseph! He walked out of Lucille's bedroom, his thin lips slightly hooked, carrying a smile that was not a smile, and asked, "Are you here to see my wife?" Outside the gate, the faces of the Gilbert siblings changed in unison. Joanne was completely stunned, whispering, "Ugh, why is it Mr. Joseph..." Samuel remained silent, not answering the question. Joseph slid a glance at them and said, as carefree as ever, "If there's nothing important, you can make yourselves scarce. Don't disturb my wife and me, is that understood?" What was there not to understand? Late at night, Joseph had emerged from Lucille's bedroom, his words both overtly and indirectly protective and an authoritative declaration. Th