Chapter 312

Rose stared at him in a daze. Was this the same refined father who was in her memory?

After not seeing him for a few years, he had grown older. He was less than 60 years old, yet he appeared to be in his 70s.

George walked toward the leather sofa and sat down slowly. He pointed toward the sofa on the other side and said to Rose, “Come and sit.”

Rose chose to sit down on the sofa beside him instead, which was the closest to George’s seat.

George instructed Anne, “Bring some beverages for our guest.”

Anne snorted coldly. “Dear, we don’t have anything good at home to serve the guest.”

Rose immediately uttered, “Plain water will do.”

Thus, Anne went on to pour a cup of water for Rose while she babbled endlessly, “If it weren’t for my children, we wouldn’t even be able to afford to pay for plain water. Hmph. Where’s that darling son and daughter of the Severe family? How could they be unreliable during critical times?”

George’s aged face immediately turned gloomy as he spat out, “Wi