Just as Yvonne was shutting the door outside her mother's room, she came face-to-face with her uncle.
"Uncle Max," Yvonne flinched as she wasn't expecting him. "What are you doing here?"
Maxwell raised an eyebrow at her quizzically making her rephrase his statement.
"I mean, I wasn't expecting you here! I thought you were still with dad."
"I think you know the answer to that. By the way, is your mum inside her room?" Maxwell asked.
"Yes, uncle."
"Hmm... It makes me wonder what you have been plotting with your mum ever since you left your dad's room."
"N... nothing! We have not been discussing anything conspiring."
"Really! A conspiracy, huh!"
"No, uncle!" Yvonne raised both her hands in the air pretentiously. "I was just checking on mum."
Maxwell smirked at her agitated gesture. He closed up the space between them and stared keenly into her twitching eyes.
