Before she could finish, Mr. Grant shot her a look and scoffed, "I knew I shouldn't have brought you here!"
"I'm just telling the truth."
Seeing she was still talking, Mr. Grant got angry and roared, "Get back home, now!"
His words made Mrs. Grant, who was always rather domineering, feel as though she had lost all her dignity.
"You..."
It was the first time her husband had ever yelled at her like this, and Mrs. Grant found it incredibly humiliating.
"I refuse to go back!"
Quentin Grant stood up, wiped his mouth, and tossed his napkin into the trash can.
"If you're going to make a scene, do it in your own home. There's no need to bring it to someone else's."
Mrs. Grant's face fell. "Let's go home."
She turned her head and happened to see the two little Grant treasures walking in from outside. One look at the children's faces and Mrs. Grant knew just how foolish her earlier words had been.
Anyone could see just how much the two children resembled Quentin Grant.
