Jasper Ashworth grunted his assent. It was indeed getting late. If they didn't go now, they'd really get a beating from their grandfather.
"Aren't you all leaving with us? Or do you plan on staying for dinner?" Maurice Ashworth's eyes narrowed, an amused glint in them as he looked at Quinn Winters and his group, who were still lingering.
"..." Shane Sterling and his group were instantly rendered speechless. 'Stay for dinner? Heh, better not. They'd be lucky to survive it.'
Maurice Ashworth and his group led the way out. Shane Sterling and the others hurriedly followed. Quinn Winters, who was last, glanced back and gave Seraphina Ashworth a long, meaningful look before walking out without breaking his stride.
In an instant, the living room was empty. Seraphina Ashworth looked at the shattered picture frames strewn across the floor. Some of the photos were even stained with specks of blood. She couldn't help but pout, burrowing into Caden Reginald's chest like an angry tiger cub.
