17 Rebuking Alan

Rowan and Amelia confusedly looked at the duo.

Alan started to speak coldly pointing at Aria, "Don't we have cars and drivers? Why the hell was this troublesome girl hailing a taxi to return home? Give her some knowledge that it's not safe to walk around alone as she pleases. Last time she walked up to the cemetery alone and laid there till I got her. Now! was she waiting to get kidnapped ignoring her identity? Don't expect me to solve this brainless girl's stupid things every week."

Aria pursed her lips as she heard him, she was sad and also annoyed.

Rian left his game hearing Alan's reprimanding voice for long to check-in the living hall.

Amelia and Rowan understood Aria came with Alan.

The housekeeper's eyes fell on Aria's hand, "Young miss! Is it painful? Did anybody really try to abduct you?"

Everyone's expression changed. Alan realized he had held her arm while changing cars.

Aria faintly smiled at all to say she was fine before her gaze stopping at Alan, "Aunty Lilly! My arm was held tightly by a man who has a pea-sized brain and still audacious to call me brainless."

Rian understood who the man was and started laughing. Rowan and Amelia looked at Alan whose face was indecipherable.

Not even the Morgan parents dare to scold 'The Alan Morgan.'

The housekeeper tried to change the atmosphere and whispered, "Young miss! Young master's temper isn't good. You shouldn't have said it."

Aria always buried her frustration about how Alan treated her hence she didn't listen to the housekeeper and replied in a normal tone which raised as she went on.

"Temper? Aunty Lilly, your young master doesn't have any temper. I always see him fuming for everything... No no, no he was amiable when he taught me and advised me... I'm sorry Uncle and aunty to say this but your son has a dual personality or maybe multiple personality disorder."

There was pin-drop silence when she finished. Rian sensed Alan reached his limit and would burst anytime soon hence he silently slipped.

Amelia and Rowan knew well about Alan who would only talk if there were important things to speak, misunderstanding him was easier hence they didn't feel bad for what Aria said instead they were shocked to see Aria losing her temperament which meant she was pushed to the extreme until she couldn't hold on to it.

The housekeeper couldn't stand in the atrocious atmosphere. "Young miss! you must have some misunderstanding. Young master is a very good man."

Aria bit her lip. She had forgotten for a few minutes she was standing in the Morgan mansion and lectured the first young master Morgan who always got praised by everyone.

She lowered her gaze and apologized, "I'm sorry Aunty, Uncle, and President Morgan for my rude behavior. I'm really thankful for President Morgan for being there for me and standing by me during this time period. I'll not be troublesome for you anymore."

She finished and walked towards the main door. By the time they realized what she meant, she was near the door.

Amelia called her as she ran towards the door, "Arrie... Arrie..."

Rowan wasn't in a position to scold Alan, "You shouldn't have distressed her." He went out after saying it.

The housekeeper who looked after Alan from the child and saw Aria growing up couldn't help but say, "Girls aren't strong-hearted as you Young master. Upon that Young miss lost her father and she is psychologically weak even though she shows herself as strong."

Alan clenched his fist tight as he analyzed what just happened. 

He was worried about her but he reproached using the wrong way of using words. His mood would ruin because of how she addresses him and it wasn't her mistake. 

He would talk if he wanted else he never opened his mouth even to reply, so she misunderstood his personality making her difficult to understand him.

He went out to look for Aria regretting his actions.

Aria who went out met Noah who came to return her book. Seeing her keeping her gaze down, clutching her skort1 hem tight, he held her arms, "Arrie! What's wrong? Did anybody tell you anything? Why are you coming outside?"

Aria controlled herself from shedding tears. She took a few deep breaths before she could manage to say, "I want to go home."

Amelia froze hearing her. She thought Aria considers the Morgan mansion as home after staying there for weeks but...

Noah glanced at Amelia before speaking, "Arrie! You are at home."

Rowan and the housekeeper had reached by that time to see her shaking her head.

Alan reached to hear her say, "I want to go to my place. Can... Can you take me home? it's... it's far from here."

Amelia called her heartbrokenly, "Arrie!"

Rowan glanced at Alan who went ahead and held Aria's hand before taking long strides inside the mansion.

Aria who had to jog behind him frowned harder. "Leave me... Leave." She shrugged her hand hard to release herself.

All went inside behind them.

Rian heard from the maid and went back downstairs to see Alan taking Aria inside.

"Do I look like a nonliving thing to you? President Morgan! For your kind information, I'm a living person. I'm not an object to be dragged around all the time as you please. Let me give you a piece of advice even if you mind, Learn to talk and don't treat people like things. You may not be a bad person but don't let your actions speak wrong about you. I... I may be weak and alone but my father taught me to stand for myself."

She turned towards Amelia and Rowan, "Uncle, I hope you allow me to stay in my villa. I don't want to be anybody's trouble or burden. Please consider your children more than me."

Aria waited for a few seconds and spoke, "Aunty Lilly, please don't disturb me tonight." After finishing she ran towards her room upstairs.

"Arrie..." Noah and Rian called in unison.

Aria released her hand from Rian's hand before going to her room and locking the room door.

She wasn't sure why she was feeling so low but she remembered every little thing and started to cry in the darkroom.

She missed her father as she remembered how he always took care of her, taught her, stayed with her without letting her get hurt for anything. She was so close to her father that she would even send him the pictures of the love letters she was getting before crumpling them and throwing them into the bin.

Now she could only open their chat and look through the chat history or remember the happy movements and cry for losing her father.