A "Benevolent" Family

"Young Master Bart, you're here. Please, come in." "Is Resna home?" "She is, she is. The young lady is home. I'll go let her know you've arrived—" "No need. I'll go straight up to see her." "This..." "Is that not allowed?" "Of course it is, of course it is! Please, Young Master Bart, go right ahead. The young lady is upstairs." Carrying his bag, Bart walked up the stairs and went straight to the bedroom door. Without bothering to knock, he reached out and pushed it open. Inside the bedroom, a young woman sitting in a wheelchair was reading a book. The afternoon sunlight spilled across her long golden hair, cloaking her in gentle warmth. Resna turned her head toward Bart in the doorway, a smile gracing her face. "Let me go downstairs first to pay my respects to your father and mother." "N-no, no need. They didn't come."