The doorbell rings, echoing throughout the mansion. Sybil quickly gets to her feet, reaching the door before anyone else can. The house has been in a quiet bustle since the last two hours, with the nurse, doctor and the likes rushing to and from, though never once disturbing her. Any household personnel has gathered in the patio, speaking in hushed tones. The only one that can console her now is her dear aunt.

Opening the large front door, she is ready to face her aunt. However, her eyes widen and her heart seems to literally grow cold when she finds two others standing before her and she feels herself shrink away underneath their gaze. She finds herself speechless for a moment.

"Sybil." the elderly woman states as their eyes meet. They are quite similar to each other, though there is one thing lacking severely in the other woman's eyes: compassion. "Grandmother." Sybil manages to greet through clenched jaws, her nerves rattled at the sight of her mother's mother. Her iconic pearls in place as usual, dressed in a tweed pencil skirt with matching jacket over a blouse. Her low heels click loudly on the floor as she grants herself entrance.

Sybil's eyes fleet towards her grandfather as he brushes past her as well without a word. He carries a musky smell. He also is still the same as ever she notes. Wearing a dark suit with a matching tie. His face is stern, as it always has been. She remembers him wearing a mustache like her father did when she was a child. It made him look slightly less intimidating.

"We are…sorry to hear about your father." her grandmother says. "We came as soon as we could." Sybil only looks at her in silence as she closes the door. She mentally curses the one who informed them. She isn't up to dealing with these people.

The woman steps up to Sybil, pulling out an expensive looking handkerchief. "You look like a mess." she sighs before she hastily wipes at her granddaughters cheeks, the rough notion making Sybil step back. "Please grandmother. I'm not a child." she huffs, wiping at her damp cheeks with the back of her hands.

The older woman raises an indignant brow. "Really? I could hardly tell." she remarks, eying the large sweatshirt and loose pants on Sybil's body. Sybil meets her eyes defiantly, but staying silent otherwise.

The nurse rushes past behind them as they slowly move toward the sitting room. "You there." her grandmother calls out. "Serve us some tea while we speak." she orders the woman, who frowns at the older woman. "Ma'm. I have told you before; I'm a nurse, not a servant." she huffs before stepping out. But not before casting a worried glance toward the now, lady of the house.

"I'll go make some tea." Sybil states before making for the kitchen where she grabs the counter tightly and stomps her foot once at the irritation that is building up. Her grandparents bring out the worst in her. Taking a few deep breaths, she readies tea and adds a plate of biscuits for good measure before walking out to face the dreaded talk that is surely coming.

Setting down the tray, she walks towards the large window, overlooking the garden. The late autumn sky is as grey and the light as bleak as she feels, but she keeps on looking outside despite the disheartening weather. Facing her grandparents is a worser option.

"I'm surprised to see you here." her grandfather finally speaks up after a long silence. "Oh?" she replies coolly. "I would have though you were still stuck in the mud somewhere." he finishes, making Sybil scoff in bitter amusement. It looks like they have no idea of her life lately. Of course they wouldn't care to ask about her all this time.

"But let's get to the point." he continues. "Seeing as your father, my partner has passed, I have taken it upon myself to arrange a meeting with the company's shareholders about the future of our venture. I also called his solicitor to join us." he announces, making Sybil's head snap over to the elder man.

"How…thoughtful and…quick to step to the plate, as always grandfather." she nearly sneers. "You haven't even went up to see him….His…body… has yet to grow stiff! And already you're thinking of only but yourself! How surprising!" Sybil says, her voice rising, a scowl plastered across her face. She clenches her fists.

"Watch your tone young lady! I do not appreciate such harshness from anyone, much less you, my daughter's only child! Although I could hardly expect anything else." he sneers. "Surely you have grown uncivilized over the years, living amongst animals. I highly doubt you're still capable of handling anything concerning common sense."

"How dare you?!" a voice calls from the doorway, making them all look up in surprise to see none other than Lady Penelope. "Such thoughtless words only show the inhumanity within yourself Mr. Silverstone." she speaks, not impressed by the glowering stares that are thrown at her.

"I suggest you stay out of our family business, Lady Penelope Creighton Ward. We are discussing a private matter." Mrs. Silverstone speaks up, looking away from the lady haughtily.

"When it comes to Sybil, it is my business to put her best interests in first place. Since you are so clearly failing to do so, I ask you to leave on her behalf. There are other priorities than business at hand." she tells them, standing her ground as she levels them with an angry stare.

Mr. Silverstone turns to his granddaughter. "Tell her to leave child." he orders, but Sybil only glares at him. "It is you who should leave. If you care not even to pay respects to my father, than you have no business here." she tells her grandparent who look at her, insulted.

"Such impudence!" her grandfather calls out, before stepping up to her. "I will see you in in a weeks time at the company. 9:00 o'clock sharp you hear." he demands before briskly leaving the room, his wife following after him. Soon the front door slams shut behind them.

Sybil lets out a shaky breath, turning to her aunt as her whole body seems to droop. "Oh aunt Penny!" she cries out, rushing into the waiting arms of the lady before her. Penelope gently runs her hand over Sybil's disheveled hair. "It will be alright darling. You're not on your own." she coos, comforting the young woman.

Lady Penelope sighs as she quietly closes the door behind her, leaving Sybil to sleep in her own room. Together they went to see her father, who is laying in his bed still, now cleaned up and dressed in one of his favorite suits. After weeping together, she brought her niece to her room for a rest, telling her that things will be taken care of and not to worry.

Making her way downstairs, she is greeted by Parker. "Have you made the arrangements?" she asks him, knowing he must have. "Yes M'lady." he states simply, making her smile tiredly. "Thank you Parker." "Shall I fetch you some tea?" he asks calmly. "I would love some. Perhaps you can ask to cook to prepare some light sandwiches for us. I'm sure Sybil might want some when she wakes." she suggests, making Parker nod. "Of course." he bows, before setting off to the kitchen. He's been here a few times and knows his way.

Settling down on one of the chairs in the sitting room, Lady Penelope sighs once more, looking outside at the dreary weather; a light downpour has started. Looking to her side, she notices a nice picture frame. Turning it towards her, she smiles sadly at the couple on the picture. "Don't worry my friend. I will look after her." she promises.

She is startled out of her thoughts slightly when the phone starts to ring. Quickly trying to make herself look a bit more presentable, she answers the call. "Harper residence." she answers before a very familiar face comes into few, surprising her. He looks surprised to see her as well.

"Penny! I uh… I just called to ask how Sybil is, you know…her father being ill. I…I just wondered, and… perhaps tell her some news that might cheer her up?" Scott stammers out, feeling awkward to be faced with Penelope after finally gathering up the courage to call. He was feeling worried after Sybil left so abruptly.

Lady Penelope smiles gently, thinking how sweet he is being, before frowning slightly. "She's currently asleep Scott. It has been…a tough night." she tells him, making his brow crease in worry. "Sadly her father has passed." she informs him, making him frown. "That's awful." he mutters after he takes in this piece information. He can guess what how Sybil must be feeling right now. Penelope too, seems not to be her usual self.

"Are you alright Penny?" he finally asks, managing a smile out of her, though briefly. "I am fine Scott. I already had a chance to get some things out of my system after encountering her grandparents. There is nothing like a good riot in the morning." she jokes, before thinking back at that painful moment, a frown once again making its way across her face.

"I see." Scott muses. "She told me a little about them. They don't seem very kind to me." he words carefully, making Penelope chuckle bitterly. "Oh they are quite horrid. I don't often badmouth other people, but nobody insults my niece and gets away with it!" she nearly growls, taking Scott aback a little at her anger, but also feeling anger well up within himself.

"What…What did they say?" he asks, though as nearly to afraid to. Penelope shakes her head however. "I dare not repeat it. Please don't worry too much about it Scott. They beat me to it this time, but I assure you, they will not again." "Is there anything I can do?" Scott asks, feeling rather helpless on this occasion. He hates the feeling.

"I don't know Scott. All Sybil really needs is someone to be there for her." the lady sighs absentmindedly. "Right." he drawls, looking thoughtful for a moment. "Penny, I have to go. Take it easy alright?" he asks of her. "Of course Scott. Shall I tell her you called?" she questions, wondering what's on his mind. "Sure Penny. Tell her we're thinking of her." he tells her. Penelope nods. "I will. Oh Scott!" she starts, remembering something. "What news did you have for her?" she questions. "Nothing Penny. It can wait." he tells her, shaking his head. "Alright. Goodbye Scott." she nods, before ending the call.