After exchanging more words with her father, Eliza made her way to her grandfather's room.
As she knocked, the Old Master let her in. He was in the seat near the window of his room with a book in hand.
"Grandfather." Eliza greeted with a slight nod of her head. To which the Old Master acknowledged and nodded his head, "Hmm, how was your rest my dear?" asked as he set the book down on the table beside him.
"Very well, yours?"
"It was good my dear."
"..." a couple of seconds of silence.
"I just got back from talking to Dad..."
"..."
"Sigh, yes I noticed, your eyes are still red from crying."
"Hmm."
"..."
"Grandpa..."
"Tell me."
"Everything will be fine, from now on I'll be different..." 'Yes, different, I won't let anyone harm my family again.' She promised in her heart.
