Old Mr. Smith's hand was almost pointing at Brandon Piers' forehead.
His face turning dark and gloomy, Abigail quickly stood up. "Grandpa, this has nothing to do with him!"
"How does it have nothing to do with him? Could it be you seduced him? Do you have that capability?" The old man was furious, his chest heaving. His precious granddaughter had suddenly died, been reborn into a young girl's body, and given birth to a baby. She was so young; it had to be this kid from the Piers family, shameless and degenerate.
"Why wouldn't I have the capability? Anyways, I did seduce him. You are not allowed to scold him!" Abigail stood in front of Brandon, angrily glaring at her grandfather.
Brandon, initially enraged by the finger pointing at his nose, was astonished to see his little fatty protecting him at a crucial moment. His displeasure instantly melted away; he glanced triumphantly at the old man.
