Enna Clark quickly prepared another cup of honey water and handed it over, acting as if the awkward incident had never occurred. She said naturally, "Grandpa, your throat seems uncomfortable, have some honey water to soothe your lungs."
Old Master Lawrence stared intently into her eyes, as if trying to see through her.
The more he looked, the tighter his brows furrowed, and at the point where they seemed about to knot, he set his face in a serious expression, reached out his hand, and knocked over the cup of water Enna had handed him—his piercing eyes as if penetrating the heart, he spoke decisively, "You don't have to put on a show in front of me. No matter what you do, I will not approve of you. I don't disapprove of you because of your personality; I simply don't approve of you as a person. I will never agree to you being with Baron."
To be precise, it was her status he disapproved of.
In the past, he disapproved because her status didn't match Baron's.
