Aunt Lyra saw the cold expression on Everett's face and quickly nodded. "Alright, I'll take them away right now."
Carrying the clothes, she stepped out of Everett's room and immediately saw Gianna leaning against the doorframe of the master bedroom across the hall, dressed in a low-cut nightgown.
Aunt Lyra secretly scoffed at her. A woman of the house, with a grown stepson, and she had the nerve to dress like that?
"Lyra… are those clothes going to the laundry?"
Gianna had vaguely heard Everett's voice earlier and was deliberately standing there to listen in. When she saw Aunt Lyra carrying out the clothes she'd bought for Everett, she casually asked.
Aunt Lyra shook her head coolly. "No. The young master told me to either throw them out or give them away."
"What? He didn't like them?" Gianna frowned, confused.
"I don't know. They look brand new to me." Aunt Lyra was smart enough not to reveal the full truth.
