303: CUTTING THROUGH

LUKE'S POV ,So while my great-aunt descended the stairs, her presence filled the room with an air of unwelcome authority. Dressed in a blue dress that accentuated her ample figure, she approached with deliberate steps, and I couldn't muster a friendly look. "What do you want now?" I asked, my tone devoid of warmth as she drew near. She glanced around, her eyes narrowing at the disorderly scene before us. "Your house is a mess, Luke. Those little children have caused chaos everywhere." "I know," I interjected sharply, cutting her off before she could continue. "The children will clean it up." She offered a fake smile, and I couldn't help but bristle. "Is there anything else?" I asked, my patience wearing thin. She shook her head, still smiling. "I just came to remind you of your place in this house." I sighed heavily. "You should stop talking nonsense," I retorted, my frustration bubbling to the surface. "When will you ever change?" Despite my irritation, she chuckled softly. "I