When Clifford and his parents returned to the hall, he saw Lance McNaught go to where the Howards head off. Instinctively, he followed the man.
"Excuse me, sir, can I assist you with anything?" Clifford's voice was solid and compelling, making the man stop and face him.
"Ahh, no, nothing; I was going to check Uncle John, Aunt Rose, and Ingrid. Is there something wrong?" Lance stared straight into Clifford's eyes as if probing him over something.
"I think we should give the family space so they could talk and resolve whatever issue that has transpired in them years back. Will you give them that freedom, sir?" he smirked, trying hard not to make the irritation in his eyes visible.