Jason stomped back to the attic building where his grandmother was seeing off a few guests at the entrance.
"I'd like to have a word". Jason stopped some distance away from the old woman.
"Okay".
He walked up to help push her into the attic building and beside the stairway. Although only her immediate family was aware, his grandmother had a few strings loose in her head.
The ballroom was almost completely emptied of the crowd from before aside from a few workers who were tidying up the place.
"What would you like to talk about, my boy?". She sent him a broad smile.
"Why did you auction off my mother's heirloom?!". His tone was laced with accusation, rather than questioning as a vein unconsciously popped up below the side of his forehead.
