Theodore hung his head down, letting out a deep sigh. He remained silent, unsure of where he should start.
Willow's frown deepened as she waited for his answer. Her frustration bubbled inside her as she didn't get his answer.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" she asked impatiently, approaching the worktable. "Did you argue with her?"
Theodore looked at his hands, the ache in his heart growing. Silence enveloped him, the weight of his turmoil making it hard to find the right words.
"Is it because of that old hag?" Willow hissed, her annoyance now fully bubbling to the surface. "Why is he still interfering in your life? Can't he let you live freely? Why does he insist on controlling everything? I'm so sick of that old man!"
"Willow," Theodore interjected sharply, his expression stern. "He is our elder – our grandpa. Show some respect."
