He wore a pair of golden-rimmed reading glasses and a perennially crisp shirt, embodying competence and meticulousness.
Tara Summer stood in front of the mahogany desk, silently staring at the old man, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
"You're here." Before she could speak, Ethan Summer voiced first. He put down his book and removed his glasses, his sharp eyes fixed on her.
"I came back just to ask one thing." Tara did not address him as her grandfather, instinctively rejecting the use of the term.
"What is it?" Ethan maintained an expression of cool detachment.
Tara bit her lip, her heart souring. She then laughed mockingly at herself. What was she still hoping for? Her grandfather had never shown her affection, what was she expecting?
Thinking of this, she seemed to understand and her whole body felt much lighter. Looking into Ethan's eyes, she asked softly: "About the blood bracelet and the Dragon Beast."
