"Ace?" He heard his grandma say his name, and took a deep breath.
"Hello grandma."
"What is this I hear from your Aunt?" She wasted no time to ask.
"I can't defend myself, if I don't know what was said," he replied nonchalantly.
"Do you hear yourself right now? Your Aunt said you practically shoved her out of your house. I saw the bruise on her hand with my own eyes. What is going on with you?" She asked in an alarmed voice.
Ace inhaled sharply. Of course his Aunt had spoken like the true victim she wasn't. Lies flowed so easily from her lips, it left him flabbergasted most of the time. But this was a lie directly on his character. He was a lot of things. Broody, rude, dismissive, but he would never physically hurt a woman. And if that was the new path his Aunt had formed to clinch victory, she was in for a rude awakening.
"I held my aunt's hand, and dragged her out of my house," he confessed.
