Ralf was jolted awake by a stern shout. Who was he? Where was he? What had he just done?
David Locke's frown deepened as he supported Mary Scott with one hand and reached for his phone to call the police. Lena Locke rushed over, waving her hand at him. "Uncle, don't call the police, don't call the police, it's me!"
"Lena, why are you here?" David was surprised to see her.
"I'm here to celebrate a friend's new home. This is my classmate. He's a fan of Aunt Mary. He got too excited when he saw her. It wasn't on purpose." Lena lowered her head guiltily, not forgetting to glare at Ralf.
Ralf realized what a foolish thing he had done and awkwardly raised his hand. "Sorry, I didn't mean to. I'm really a fan of Mary Scott."
"I'll vouch for him." Lena also raised her small hand.
Wilson Jasper stood awkwardly on the side. Master Hudson couldn't help but cover his face; it was too embarrassing.
