May Sutton quickly figured out how to handle the situation and went along with Mrs. Quincy's arrangements. "Sorry to trouble you."
"Not at all." Mrs. Quincy led the two to a guest room.
The paint on the walls was peeling slightly, and the furnishings were spartan—just a bed and a table. A simple coat rack stood in the corner, but the room was spotless.
"I'm sorry for the simple accommodations."
"It's nothing," May Sutton said out loud. But the moment Mrs. Quincy left, she started grumbling, "This courtyard home has so many rooms, and this is where she puts us? Who does she think she's looking down on?"
Vivian Lee said, "Now you see why I didn't choose Ian Quincy, don't you? I've known for ages that the Quillan family elders favor the eldest son. Ian's room isn't much better than this."
