They arrived in front of a massive mansion. Numerous windows stretched across it, with luminous stones glowing from inside.
This was Leo's family house, home to Harlow's generation.
"Just ignore whatever my father is going to say and leave the talking to me," Leo said with a strained smile, knowing his father and wife are like fire and water.
Randall blamed Grace for not living in the family home and for taking his son away from the annual hunt on the dungeon's lower floor.
Grace was quickly upset by his overbearing attitude and reckless fighting of unranked monsters.
"I'm not here to argue with the old man, I'm here for a serious matter…Don't worry." Grace responded in a Zen-like tone, patting Leo's shoulders as she walked toward the front door.
Leo sighed, hoping she would keep her promise for two minutes, then he followed behind her as the butler let them in.
"Grace, you're here!" Suddenly, a figure rushed toward Grace and pulled her into a tight hug.
