Agath

(Seventeen)

"Ding dong."

Ymir opened the door, and there was an amiable old lady standing outside, holding a bouquet of white lilies tied with yellow ribbons in her arms, looking at him with a smile.

"Ymir?" Seeing the blank look on the other side's face, she quickly explained, "It's me. Come give Aunt Kerstin a hug."

There was suddenly one more person at the table that usually only had three people, and the dining atmosphere was a bit dull.Except for Yeorman who was still sitting there as usual and didn't know what to look at, and there was no special expression change on his face, everyone else ate with their heads down, as if they had nothing in their eyes except the food on the plate.

"What time did you arrive?" Seeing that the plate was empty, Bestella raised her head and asked.

"Around four o'clock," Aunt Kerstin answered her.

"Okay." Facing the excited aunt, she added, "Then when are you leaving?"

Christine was stunned for a moment, but then said, "I haven't decided yet. I only planned to stay for a day or two, but now I want to stay longer." She glanced at Ymir who was eating with his head down, Show a kind smile. "I want to spend a good time with Ymir."

"Hmph, you're so considerate." Bestella sneered.

Kerstin glanced at Bestra a little embarrassedly, then turned his gaze to Yeoerman who was sitting opposite.

"Yorman?"

"Aunt Christine." Yeoerman nodded slightly and greeted politely.

"How long have you been here?"

"Not long."

"We are very grateful that he is back from his work in Europe," Bestella said.

With a "click", the fork in Aunt Christine's hand hit the plate. She stopped cutting and looked at Bestella.

"Europe?"

"Yes." Bestella looked at Yeoerman with a little girlish pride and pride.

Bestra's eyes suddenly became serious, and she stared at Yeorman, as if waiting for him to say something.

But Jorman said nothing.He took a deep look at Christine, then casually picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, got up and left the table.

Ymir looked at his back in surprise, not knowing what to do for a moment.

It wasn't until Yeorman entered the kitchen that Christine looked away.She looked around vigilantly, then lowered her voice and said to Bestella, "Bella, I want to talk to you after dinner."

"We're talking now."

"Talk in private."

"Talk about what?"

"About Nowus." Aunt Kerstin's tone was a little eager, as if she was afraid that the other party would not believe her, she grabbed Bestella's hand.

"Novis?"

"Yes! My nephew, your late husband."

"I will never forget his name." Bestella raised her voice suddenly.

"Of course, I just feel that there are some things that need to be arranged and dealt with."

"The lawyer said, it's none of your business. You're not in the will."

"No, dear, that's not what I mean at all," explained Aunt Christine hastily. "For example, maybe we need to talk about whether it is appropriate for Yeorman to live with you?"

"Dang, dang, dang, dang." From the stairs came the rhythmic crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden stairs. This sound seemed to hit everyone's hearts and merged with their heartbeats.

Christine was taken aback, she didn't feel at all when Yeorman came out.

On the contrary, Bestella seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Aunt Kerstin always has a lot of opinions on me. She also had the same opinion when Norwich proposed to me." Bestella looked at Yeorman who was holding a tea tray full of teacups, as if explaining to he listens. "But she never knew that no one wanted to hear her opinion, no one appreciated it."

Aunt Christine rubbed her forehead in embarrassment, "Bella!"

Bestella didn't give her a chance to explain, but immediately said: "You came to my house and accused me at this time!"

Yorman smiled and glanced at Ymir, not intending to persuade the two of them.

"Bella..." Christine muttered and wanted to say something, but saw Bestella waved her hand impatiently.

"Ding dong, ding dong." The pendulum clock in the living room rang.

"I'm pretty sure Aunt Christine didn't mean that," Yeorman said unhurriedly.Christine gave him a grateful look, only to hear him ask again, "You didn't mean that, did you?"

"No." Aunt Christine answered him without thinking, and then explained to Bestella: "Of course I didn't mean that, dear."

"So, who of you two wants to play a song after dinner?" Yeorman looked at Ymir and Bestra with a questioning look.

"No, thank you." Ymir said with his mother in unison.