Chapter 11

In less than twenty minutes, Feran drove into the parking lot of the castle of ma'am Miguel.

"Aww, my dear son is here," Ma'am Miguel said with a broad smile as Frank walked side-by-side with Laura, Feran walking behind.

"Hello, mother," Frank said as they walked into the dining room where everyone in the family was already seated.

He greeted everyone and took the first reserved seat by the right side.

"Good evening grandmother," Laura said, forcing a smile. Ma'am Miguel stared at her and nodded In acknowledgement of her greeting.

"Good evening, grandmother," Feran said, trying to seem cool. Ma'am Miguel glanced at him and ignored him, taking a sip from her glass of wine.

"Good evening everyone," Feran said but only got a strange silence as a reply.

"So, where's Mitchel? On her way?" Ma'am Miguel asked her son.

"Well, she couldn't make it," Frank simply said.

"Of course. I bet she couldn't bear to face us," Frank's younger sister, seated across from him with her husband, said

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