Titus Zane looked up in surprise, seeing the emotionally charged elder before him, and murmured, "Grandpa... how did you know?"
Feeling that his words had been too harsh, Julian Zane snorted coldly and restrained his temper a little, "Hmph, there's nothing I can't find out, whether it's been three years or thirty."
Facing the elder's clearly unhappy expression, Titus Zane pursed his lips and tentatively said, "Grandpa, it's all in the past, I'm very happy now, and Nathan... he treats me well, too,"
"Well?" Samuel Zane turned his gaze back, his single word dripping with cold mockery. For some reason, being looked at like this by his grandfather, Titus Zane felt an inescapable sensation of being seen through.
