Noon.
Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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Lydias' hands shook as she pointed her index finger at him. "Of depriving me from meeting my actual father?"
Theodore stood up too, his arms stretched out in surrender. "No, Gooseberry you don't understand, We have a history"
We?
"You know my father," she observed.
Theodore ran his palm over his face but before he could say anything, a knock interrupted the tense atmosphere.
"Lady Theodore, you have a visitor" the employeds voice drifted to the couple.
"Dorothy, you should be concerned for your head" Theodore growled at the interruption, it was appreciated but he didn't need saving.
Outside Dorothy was flustered. "I… My lord?" another utterance of mistake, my lord.