Chase Chapman took a deep breath, stepped forward, and didn't care how many unrelated people were present. The issues of the Chapman Family had long been widespread.
So he accepted it well and always recognized his identity clearly.
"Miss Sierra Summers, do you recognize an elder named Joanna Jennings? She should be about..."
"I don't recognize her," Sierra Summers said directly, her tone light and breezy.
Her hands were crossed on her lap, sitting upright, with a cold expression in her eyes.
Sierra Summers didn't even bother to pretend, nor did she want to listen to him finish speaking. Just hearing her grandmother's name from his mouth was already making it hard for her to suppress her inner displeasure.
Chase Chapman was silent for a moment.
Faced with Sierra Summers' obvious recognition yet refusal to answer, he didn't back down or give up asking further, but just as he opened his mouth, the man standing behind Sierra immediately locked his gaze on him.
