"grandpa,"
Aunt Naomi turned hesitantly toward Grandpa Luther standing behind her and spoke in a hushed voice.
"Should we let the young master know you're here?"
"No need.
It's not like I came to see him anyway,"
Grandpa Luther snorted dismissively before turning on his heel to head downstairs.
"Where's Camilla?"
That brat hadn't changed a bit—still as temperamental as ever after days apart.
He couldn't care less about that unpleasant face. Seeing his granddaughter-in-law was far more appealing.
"Young Madam," Aunt Naomi answered truthfully, "is also in the study."
Both of them in the study?
Grandpa Luther halted mid-step and shot Aunt Naomi a sharp glance.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
Auntie Naomi wore a helpless smile on her face."
Well, you never asked, sir."
"No wonder that rascal looked like he'd swallowed a firecracker," Grandpa Luther muttered, continuing his descent down the staircase, his deep-set eyes crinkling with quiet delight.
