Chapter 164

Mrs. Lewis walked in slowly, posture upright, dressed in a dark green velvet evening dress with an expensive cashmere shawl over her shoulders. Her fingers fiddled with a string of prayer beads as she leaned lightly on Amelia's arm. She had a faint smile on her lips, but the moment she saw Megan, that smile vanished. Her sharp, piercing eyes turned cold and unfriendly in an instant. At the same time, Mr. Lewis made his way over, wearing a classic brown suit. "Tristan, Megan—you're here." Megan gave a small nod. "Grandpa." Tristan greeted with a polite smile, "Grandpa." Mr. Lewis immediately brightened up. Last time at the manor, Tristan had only called him 'Mr. Lewis'—now that he used 'Grandpa,' it was clearly a warmer tone. Mrs. Lewis's grip on her prayer beads tightened as she quietly muttered, "I don't get what's gotten into all of you. Is she casting some kind of spell?" Mr. Lewis gave her a side glance. "It's Jason's birthday today. Since you insisted on hosting it, try saying les