"Aunt, did I do something wrong? We are family, aren't you supposed to support me?" Melody Thorne's eyes were filled with grievance.
The gazes of the old master of the Quinn Family and Jared Quinn turned to Rosalyn Quinn, and it was obvious that the light in their eyes had turned a few degrees colder.
"No, no, how could I possibly mean that," Rosalyn Quinn said, seething with anger and gritting her teeth.
"Let Harold Chapman handle this matter!" The old master tapped his cane on the ground, his authoritative voice leaving no room for doubt.
Since the old master had spoken, Rosalyn Quinn did not dare to say more. The Quinn Family had always been connected to the military, but only when major events occurred would they let Harold Chapman handle them. She didn't expect that even a small matter like Melody Thorne's would trouble Harold Chapman.
"Let me down," Melody Thorne reached behind Jared Quinn and pinched him.
