"Who she is, is not important."
The man's icy voice was as harsh as a heavy slap across Margaret's face.
"Sinclair..." The smile could no longer stay on Margaret's face.
She tightly bit her lips, her rims getting red.
She looked fragile, as if she could faint anytime.
"Mom--" Tyler immediately stood up and sat next to Margaret to support her.
Sinclair leisurely walked in from the outside. His handsome and indifferent face had no expression, and his deep, narrow eyes emitted a sharp, cold light.
Seeing this man who always overpowered him and his mother, Tyler's face looked very ugly.
The underneath of his eyes was even more filled with malice.
"Sinclair!!" Jonathan got up from the sofa, looking at Sinclair with full-faced anger.
"Margaret is your mother, specifically here to visit you.
Who taught you to speak this way?"
"Mother?" Sinclair curled the corners of his mouth slightly, expressing a scornful sneer.
"My mother was forced to death twenty years ago."
Inside his bottomless black pupils, it seemed like a bloodthirsty beast was being suppressed. "
Jonathan, you can find anything to replace her, I can't."
Sinclair's mother, was she forced to death? A shiver went down Camilla's spine.
Her past self really didn't care about him at all.
"You," Jonathan pointed at Sinclair, his body lightly shaking with anger.
"You this... "Enough!!" Master Luther's face grew stern as he spoke.
"Camilla is still here.
All of you quiet down, no more arguments!!" Sinclair casually withdrew his gaze, walking to Camilla's side.
"Remember, you are my wife, the only mistress of the Luther Family," His slender lips slightly parted.
"Everyone in the Luther Family must respect you, and you need not remember anyone else's status."
His detached and low pitch seemed to be declaring an indisputable fact.
Camilla understood Sinclair's meaning, despite the unhappy looks of Margaret and others, she obediently nodded at her husband.
"Okay, I'll remember."
"Grandpa," Sinclair walked over to the old master of the Luther Family, his voice much gentler.
"Let me help you to dinner."
There was an unresolved issue between the son and the grandson.
Although helpless, he felt powerless.
The old master of the Luther Family sighed in his heart, but still got up from the sofa with the help of Sinclair.
"Camilla, accompany Grandpa to dinner, okay?"
Late in the hour, Rodriguez nodded and helped Grandpa to walk towards the dining room.
"Uncle Carlos, please show our guests out."
Sinclair lifted his eyes and looked at Jonathan and the others, his expression cold.
"From now on, without my permission, outsiders are not allowed in." It was clear to everyone whom he was referring to as "outsiders".
Uncle Carlos looked at Mr. Jonathan and his companions, his face wearing a gentle and respectful smile.
"You!!" Jonathan's face darkened.
He wanted to say something, but Margaret tugged at his clothes.
"Just let it go, Jonathan..."
Her eyes were red, looking absolutely wrong.
"Since Sinclair is alright, we should go home now."
Margaret appeared flawless in the eyes of everyone else.
Sinclair didn't look at them. He took off his suit and put it aside, loosened his tie, and walked towards the dining room.
He left behind nothing but an indifferent back silhouette for the three.
The color drained from Jonathan's face, as he pulled Margaret closely to him and walked outside.
Tyler, however, turned back and looked deeply at Sinclair's retreating figure, clenching his fist tightly.
"Sinclair, wait and see..."
"It won't be long before I make you pay a painful price!"