Filbert Fisher managed to suppress the uncles and aunts for a while, but it was only temporary. If Zachary Fisher persisted this way, they will have to prepare for the worst.
The authority in Zachary Fisher's hands would have to be exchanged to others who were competent to manage it.
In the middle of the night, Filbert Fisher sat by Zachary Fisher's bedside and a car pulled up and stopped at the front door in the early morning.
One of his men came in, with an undertone of surprise on his face, "Young Master Filbert, Miss Yancy is back."
"Aunt is back!" A glimmer of joy flashed in Filbert Fisher's eyes.
Yancy Fisher walked in hastily and nodded to her nephew who came to greet her.
Her sharp gaze fell on Zachary Fisher, who had already fallen asleep, "Let's talk outside."
Filbert Fisher followed her to the small hall outside.
"Aunt, why are you back?"
The woman before him was calm like a stream, cool but not arrogant, with undercurrents but no impetuosity.