The woman was around her early fifties. However her graceful aura couldn't be masked by her age at all. She had a slight frown on her face, but her eyes still showed traces of panic and worry.
Beside her was an aged noble man who had a dark expression on his face. It was obvious that he was displeased by the scene he was witnessing.
"Alicia Michaela! Stop this farce at once!" His thundering voice echoed in Alicia's chaotic bedroom, even resonating in the corridor.
It was so loud that everyone who was in the room shuddered in fear and shock.
Even Alicia who was already emboldened by her raging angst and irritation couldn't help but freeze, obviously startled by the angry roar.
She slowly looked towards the direction of the room and saw her parents, Count Cross and Madame Cross, standing worriedly.
