Out of politeness, she took the initiative to call him: "Uncle."
But, there was no further conversation.
Her uncle had come specifically to find her, he must have something to say, yet she was not keen on being too friendly.
He even glanced behind the door, confirmed no one was there, and quietly closed the door before walking over to her, seemingly more at ease.
Acting stealthily, there's surely mischief afoot.
Claire Prescott looked at him calmly, her pure white face like a painting, silently exuding a cold and tranquil aura.
"The last time I saw you, you were just a little child. I didn't expect you to grow up so fast." Her uncle spoke familiarly, seeming to intentionally cozy up to her.
Claire didn't want to indulge him, "Please just say what you came for."
