"I did not know that Earl St. Claire was now handling the duties of a stable hand?"
Rutherford and Yvonne were the only ones with their back towards the mansion as they were looking at the horse.
Only when the sarcastic voice was heard did they turn around.
'Who is this now?' Yvonne wondered as she stopped petting her etcher and turned around.
However, her father's legs had covered her view and she had to peek through the side to take a good look at who had just made an appearance.
At the front was a man with bright copper hair and a thick beard of the same color.
His magenta eyes were focused on the woman standing with the same hair color on whose side a young boy was standing.
Yvonne alternated her gaze between this man and her mother who were looking at each other without blinking their eyes.
'Uncle?' She could guess his identity just by looking at the similar colored hair and eyes.
