Charles gazed at the rearview mirror to find Dahlia's eyes. "Don't just say things like that. You don't even know what you're talking about."
"How rude." Dahlia huffed, puffing her cheeks. She then glanced at Claude in the furthest row. "Does it matter if I know all about it or not? At the very least, I know you people had feuds with some kind of cult in Widow's Moor. What about you, Claude? Do you know why your grandpa doesn't like Len? Aish, if only my Mylene weren't fourteen, I would have introduced them."
"Mrs Roth, don't take my boyfriend away." Claude only laughed. However, he didn't realize that his mother openly told people a few truths about her situation.
"I've seen your younger daughter, Mrs Roth. I'm pretty sure she can attract a lot of boys without a problem." Len chuckled. Dahlia then flashed a grin at Eugene as if winning an argument.
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