"Madam, Nick was brought here by his father to Viola. If you have any doubts, I think asking Nick's father might give you the answers you want." Mrs. Harris spoke, her words reflecting the elegance of someone cultured.
Melody Sheffield looked at Mrs. Harris, scrutinizing, "Who are you?"
"My grandma." Viola Harris stepped forward two steps to block Melody's view, "If you want to take Nick, I won't stop you."
Melody's attention was on Mrs. Harris, "You are Viola Harris's grandmother? Just right, there are some things I've always wanted to talk to Viola Harris's family about. Although I haven't met her parents, talking to her grandmother is the same. Since you know Nick, you must have also met my son Finn Wilson. My son is young and doesn't understand things, can't tell right from wrong, but my eyes are wide open, and I absolutely won't agree to my son marrying a mod—"
