Lady Annalise's face turned red in anger. She looked as if she was going to burst out any second, and she did while gritting her teeth,
"How dare you disrespect me when I am right here?!"
The smile on Vincent's lips lowered, and he frowned, "My apologies, mother, did I get it wrong?"
"The proposal is for you, Vincent. Why would Annalise bring another woman for me when she's my wife to fulfil the role?" Eduard Moriarty's words were stern, and he scowled at his son.
Vincent shrugged, "People have the habit of doing strange things, how would I know?" He politely asked his father and added, "Also, I don't remember asking mother to find me a bride."
Annalise tightly pursed her lips, glaring at her stepson. Trying to refrain herself from being ruffled by his words, she explained,
