Chapter 11:

Violet blinked, not once but twice, a shrill and deep sigh escaped her lips next, as she stared, with slightly bulged eyes at her son who has dared to ask about the Roberts family.

"Mother. Won't you answer me?" Jeremy tilted his head, positioning his hand on the corner of the couch.

His eyes pierced deeply into hers and Violet knew she had to say something.

"Jeremy," She started the conversation a little deeper. "We don't talk about the Roberts family-"

"Why not?" Jeremy said, rather hurriedly, his lips quirking upward, and his face clenched together in rage. "What's up with the Roberts family that we hate so much? Tell me mother." His voice ranged with danger, rage fully intensifying in his voice.

Violet gazed elsewhere, at the picture that hung on the wall, she stood up, and brushed her gown, before she walked towards the counter of assorted glasses.

Her hands brushed against it slightly, the glasses making a twinkling sound. She turned back to her son. "It was a long story, I was