The "housekeeper" Melody Thorne spoke up again, standing in the middle of the hall with the demeanor of a hostess, "Take good care of my aunt. If the guests have any needs, do your best to accommodate them."
"Yes," the housekeeper bowed his head.
"It seems you can't control your daughter-in-law at all," Rosalyn Quinn snorted coldly at Mrs. Quinn, unwilling to concede.
Melody Thorne was about to leave but turned back, supporting Mrs. Quinn with both hands, "Mom, let's go sit over there for a while."
Mr. Quinn had been watching all along, and Mrs. Quinn, who never liked hearing Rosalyn's words, pursed her lips and left.
"Melody, don't be angry," Mr. Quinn said, "your aunt has always had that kind of temper."
"Yes, I know," Melody Thorne replied with a gentle and graceful smile.
"Alright, alright, go over there and play with them," Mr. Quinn looked at her with satisfaction.
