It was always like this.
Eileen always took Marcus's side without question.
But the strange thing was—I genuinely felt nothing.
I couldn't even remember why I'd fought so bitterly with my brother over her in the first place.
"Miss Mason, I haven't said a single word yet."
Eileen blinked.
In the past, I would've already been shouting, accusing Marcus of his passive-aggressive games.
"Bro, you're upset."
Marcus stepped forward. "Don't be mad. I'll go grab you a chair."
He moved to get one, but Eileen caught his arm and pulled him back.
She looked at me, her voice ice-cold.
"This is the Mason house, not a place for you to throw your weight around.
"If you don't want to get the chair yourself, then don't bother staying for dinner."
A few of the housekeepers couldn't hold back their laughter.
I caught someone whispering, "Watch—he'll go fetch it himself like a puppy."
"Please. When has he ever not swallowed his pride just to sit a little closer to Miss Mason?"
"That won't be necessary."
I smiled faintly.
"I only came to drop off gifts from my parents. I wasn't planning to stay for dinner.
"Besides, I have somewhere to be. Enjoy your evening."