Emma Tremont said, "Isn't that my dad's car?"
"Is it?" Declan Darcy raised an eyebrow and suddenly smiled, "It seems we have some distinguished guests at home."
"Oh no, how did they find this place? Could it be because I haven't been home these past few days, so they came here..."
"What're you afraid of with me here? The butler is definitely entertaining Uncle and Auntie well right now."
Trembling, Emma followed behind Declan Darcy, entering the house.
Upon seeing him, Father Tremont and Mother Tremont immediately stood up from the couch: "Mr. Darcy... I've heard so much about you, and it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person."
"You're too kind," Declan Darcy said with a humble smile, "Please have a seat, I should be the one to apologize."
"Not at all."
Declan Darcy smiled, "As the junior, I should've visited you both sooner. But I've been tied up with matters recently and so have delayed my visit."