Callisto's arms were around Emerson's shoulder, hugging him while Orlando wipes Louise's tears. Seren? Well... he is playing with Isabelle. Which is important. You don't want three crying kids.

Callisto's blonde hair was in a a braid this time, hanging down to his back and Emerson pouted, unable to communicate as he was tightly hugged.

He finally lets go, running a hair through the red hair.

"You two should be careful, Emerson..." He sighed, letting his hand fall, "You had us worried.."

Suddenly the door bursts open, Ophelia walks in and Louise stiffens. Seren sits up, holding Isabelle close.

"M-mother?" Louise whispers, her voice only audible to Orlando who was standing beside her.

The doorframe fills again, Darien steps inside and Seren frowns, looking away.

Everything is dead silent. The birds aren't chirping and Orlando and Seren's jewelry aren't clinking.

Ophelia's eyes immediately searched for Emerson who was standing beside Callisto. She looks at him and Orlando grabs Callisto by the waist, pulling him towards him with a glare of his own green eyes, eyes like Joseph's.

She gives a nasty look to the couple, or just Orlando before she walks towards Emerson and her hand shoots out to grab Emerson's lean yet trembling hand and twists it to look at the injury.

"You are 14, yet can not maintain yourself."

Seren's expression sours yet as he was about to stand up, Louise, with her face raging with blood as one of her forehead's veins pop out, runs towards them and tries to remove Ophelia's hand away from her twin's wrist.

"UGH!! Let GO of him!"

Ophelia doesn't budge, glaring down at her daughter.

"Watch your tone. I am still your mother."

Louise's nostrils flare as once again tears well up in her eyes. Her eyes were so inconvenient, always getting watery when she was angry.

"Let go of him!"

Callisto steps in despite the harsh grip of Orlando on him, thank the angles, and gently pries Louise away from her mother. "She is not harming him Louise.." He whispers, pulling Louise aside.

"Whatever..."

Ophelia stares at Callisto. He was a coward, afraid of conflict. He looks back at Emerson who glares at her and then at his hand before letting go of it.

"Hm... you broke the toys, didn't you?" Ophelia's gaze was now on Louise who had her arms crossed over her chest.

"We don't play with dolls anymore. And I hated the color."

Ophelia stares at her for a moment before speaking.

"What is your favorite color now?"

Louise looks at Emerson who signs the words 'Tell her!' with his hands. And Louise looks back at her mother.

"Yellow and blue."

"You know now, leave."

Ophelia glares at Darien, he had no manners to speak to his elders. Joseph was bothered by it so at least the boy was in his limits but now? He has erased the line.

"Little shit.." She mumbles but turns around, Emerson rushes towards Callisto, wrapping his arms around him.

Ophelia was busy glaring at Darien to even notice as they walk out.

"Joseph would've been disgusted by you."

"But I'd still love him, unlike you."

The doors slam shut and Seren exhales, Isabelle coos, reaching up to tug the white strand of Seren's hair. He smiled at her yet it was strained and he hugged her tighter. He could hear Louise mumbling something and Orlando's smile was gone as he massaged Callisto's waist who was talking to Emerson.

But then his gaze goes to the door and he frowns.

"Ugh... fuck you father."