9 Chapter (9): Blatant

Tiptoeing down the corridors and reaching the back stairs, they noticed that all maidens went to greet the merchant and his wife that just arrived from no land.

They sheltered behind a green velvet curtain where a vase already covered the point of view from the other side.

Luna dragged back her sister. "Be careful, your shadow can reveal us." She noted, uttering the words as calmly as she could.

"Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Please accept our condolences," Anastasia said on the behalf of everyone. Charles didn't return yet and it meant he was still dangled with everything related to their father.

Barbara was standing beside her. She was the only beautiful maiden and that chunky woman didn't like her and always kept looking at her in a way that wasn't appropriate.

The woman took her gloved hand out of her body while with the other one, she held the kerchief in front of her nose. She was pretending.

Ough! It was the sound that Elizabeth made slowly, Luna poked her from behind.

Anastasia left a kiss on her hand and then the other maidens and valets repeated.

"I lost my darling son-in-law, how should I endure this!"

She said, trying to push her tears out. Her husband scanned around with his knobby eyes that were not bothering to show his sorrow if he ever felt it. He was a loser merchant and the girls' father saved him from falling apart.

Their actions were making Elizabeth ignition switch and she could explode to hunt them.

"Bring us some coffee, we had a long way and frizzed enough." The man ordered, hastily, he dismissed them all. He disliked the rituals that his woman was holding.

The folk in the living hall left with no protest. The sisters exchanged glances behind the curtain.

"Are you really crying?"

The man asked.

The woman drew off her black gloves and her milky skin showed up, her green eyes glinted, gazing around to spot any ear.

"Of course, I do." She noted, rushing to the brown sofa that Lucas used to have his seat while visitation, then added, "he was my amazing son! There will be no one like him!"

"Would you say that about those blatant children?"

Luna bit her downward lip, clawing Elizabeth's arm as hard as she could to stop her from surging on them. She smoothly groaned at the pain.

"Sorry!" Luna said.

The woman's eyes quickly swirled to the sides in fear, "be careful man! Do you have nuts in your head instead of fat? They might be around."

The man picked the box of cigarettes and strode to the chimney.

"It belongs to father." Elizabeth blurted and Luna hushed her.

The man lit up a cigarette, dragging a poke of it, and puffed out the smoke. His round face was suppressed by the cloud of smoke.

"They are in their room, locked the door for not to see us, grieving for their parents."

He smirked and dragged another breath in.

"My daughter can't adopt them. She must send them to the court! They can raise them properly to keep the name of their father alive."

The woman was careful with the words she was shooting out of her mouth.

"Yes, this is our errand to suggest them. Thereupon, they can have a nice future."

He confirmed her.

Elizabeth was gritting her jaw because they were deciding for them without asking them or their uncle.

"What will happen to all of this fortune?"

The man snorted after this question.

"He gave them all to Elenore and the rest remaining ones went for taxes and bills. He has no debt to anyone."

Luna's eyes grew wide as she said that. This witch was just like her daughter. She knew that the girls were watching them, perhaps she noticed them while coming down the stairs but they were motionless. The wicked woman was fabricating everything.

"Oh, really! You women, she never speak to me like this."

The scent of tobacco reached the girls' noses.

Elizabeth released herself and slipped out of the curtain. She heard enough to notice what these people would do. She flooded out, her face was as red as beetroot.

"I knew that you are there! No one taught you morality." The woman stood up and said the words with no shame.

"Did you find us stupid, you greedy pigs?"

Elizabeth put out the manner and insulted them. Yes, she knew it was rudeness but now that they were losing everything, it could not be left free. This couple deserved those words.

Luna also couldn't handle their disturbing faces. In the meantime, Barbara and Anastasia arrived with the carrier of sweets and tray hot coffee.

Anastasia grabbed her mouth and Luna moved to them. Tossing out the sweets. She shouted at everyone there.

"How dare you serve sweet? Are you happy that our father is dead?"

Her eyes caught Barbara's sight who was peering at her in amazement. She grasped the point. Either way, the Smith family would fire her so why not help her ladies before she could leave.

"My lady! What is wrong with you?"

Anastasia shot the young woman a glare.

"Shut up! All of you are betrayals."

Elizabeth roamed to Mr. Smith and kicked his feet.

"You fat ugly ball! You can't hand us to some people like yourself because our uncle would cut your vast stomach in half."

"Yes, and we will help him when we get the chance."

"Oh, my lords! These kids are hysterical! You deserve to stay in the streets beside stray cats. This is why your father didn't leave you a coin." Mrs. Smith blurted out.

The words were as if a torch that just sparked a fuse of a dynamite box. She blushed and glazed then surged for the woman's hand. Diving her teeth to the flesh that gathered around her wrist.

"Let go of her, you little wildling." Mr. Smith cried out but didn't dare to move and help his wife.

"Do something!" She growled at her husband.

The woman shrieked. Anastasia and a valet marched to catch the little girl. Grabbing her from behind, she finally released the woman. The man did nothing but only persuade the valet and Anastasia to drag the girl away.

"Ah, this is blood! My blood."