"Grandpa." Before the other side could speak, Aurelia was the first to say, her tone calm, though it wasn't hard to hear the joy and respect hidden within that calmness. "Calling me all of a sudden—what's up? Did you miss me?"
Kai Nightshade laughed heartily with delight. "You little rascal, the whole internet's blowing up about you and you still have time to joke around with this old man."
Even Grandpa has heard about this?
Aurelia's eyes dimmed a little.
Kai Nightshade's aged voice continued, "So how are things going between you and Mason these days? Since he chose to make it public, it shows that kid actually cares about you. When he wanted a secret marriage back then, I was annoyed. If you hadn't protected him, I would've taken my whip to him already."
The old man's whip wasn't an ordinary one—it was custom made, barbed, and one lash could strip a layer of flesh off.
Back then, Aurelia hadn't been reborn yet—of course she didn't want Mason getting hurt in the slightest.
