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Emma Reynolds turned her head to look at the patriarch, quietly tugging at her father-in-law's sleeve, her gesture suggesting that it seemed her son was seriously involved this time, uncharacteristically submissive in front of a woman.
The elder Mr. Locke turned his gaze to his daughter-in-law, slamming his walking stick heavily on the ground, and harrumphed coldly.
Shaking off Alder Locke's hands, Titus Zane met the sharp eyes of the elder Mr. Locke; her innate nature burst forth in an instant. The slightly tilted up chin displayed her pride, and her neither servile nor overbearing tone revealed her dignity.
"Sir, there's really no need to get angry for someone irrelevant like me. I apologize for coming uninvited and causing a disturbance."
Titus Zane bowed slightly, her head held high as she walked towards the door.
Her displeasure turned the respectful "Grandpa" into just "old man."
"Grandpa!"
