The voice was very much clear to everyone. Turning around, Lucas and Amara saw Grandfather Smith with a stick in her hand.
"Grandfather.... you called them here? Please tell me this is some kind of joke that you said." Lucas can't even come to this term when his grandfather took the step.
Especially after knowing their identity too well, and how much hatred they bore for each other.
His eyes were searching to hint, any laugh yet found none. His grandfather maintained a stoic face, which gave no clue about what was currently going on in his mind.
Neither can he predict the same.
At the sight of Grandfather Smith, James walked closer to him. Bowing slightly, he nodded in his acknowledgment and hugged him, "Meeting after long."
"Indeed. I'm glad that you accepted my invitation to arrive…" At this statement, grandfather's eyes traveled to Veronica who was still wearing sour expressions.
