Melody Sheffield was dressed in home attire, her well-maintained hair loosely tied at the back of her head, with a few curly strands hanging by her cheeks. The open-mindedness she gained from traveling the world added to her femininity.
She was really different from before.
Edmund Wilson turned and saw her, slightly stunned.
"What are you doing here?" Melody frowned slightly when she saw Edmund didn't answer her question and asked again. Her tone was calm, but Edmund could sense the distance and impatience in it.
"This is my son's house, can't I come?" Melody's impatience made him a bit annoyed, and his tone became much harsher.
Melody was silent for a moment and asked, "Does Finn know you're coming?"
Edmund thought for a moment. Melody clearly didn't know he was coming. Finn hadn't returned yet, and perhaps wouldn't return tonight. Edmund, having lived a few decades longer, naturally understood his son's intentions.
