"Sir Drew." Xaviera Evans slowly looked up, "Don't be angry just yet. If you want to pick on my husband and me, at least come up with a more appropriate excuse. Isn't it too far-fetched to say we're shameless? Take your time to think, you have plenty of time. The exchange event won't end for another hour!"
Her sarcastic attitude infuriated Sir Drew, making his beard tremble. He yelled angrily, "I am Caleb's maternal grandfather!"
"So?" Xaviera blinked and feigned innocence, "Sir Drew, perhaps your memory is failing due to old age, but I am still young. I definitely remember! You can't assume everyone's memory is as bad as yours just because yours isn't working, can you?"
