Maria observed Amelia's body tense as the overly dressed woman approached them. She was about to step into the rescue when Amelia patted her on the arm and gave her a reassuring smile.
"Hello, Aunt Harriet."
Amelia stepped forward, extending her right hand as Harriet opened her arms to embrace her.
She could smell the bitterness and resentment oozing out of Harriet like a suffocating perfume. She could see the piercing coldness behind those pretentious smiles. She wasn't about to allow her vengeful uncle's wife to embrace her or come close to her baby.
"What is this?" Harriet suppressed a scornful laughter, bringing her arms down. "Are we in a corporate organization?"
"It's called a handshake, Aunt Harriet. I'm sure you are aware of that." Amelia also brought down her hand, maintaining a stoic expression.
Harriet couldn't help but scoff openly.
"Don't be silly Amelia. We are family. Moreover, one good turn always deserves another. How is your husband?"
