Listening Grandma's words, Gara almost scoffed.
So even after all that hatred for his mother, Lita still tried to take advantage of his Talent? Did she think they were fools?
"Grandmas, don't be too hard on Auntie Lita," Gara said with the air of a saint. "She just got back to the village. Maybe people in the town… weren't taught shame."
Lita's face turned a deep shade of red, whether from embarrassment or fury, no one could tell.
She opened her mouth, clearly about to lash out at Gara, but when her eyes met the stern, battle-ready glares of the old folks around her, she shut it quickly with a loud huff and stomped away.
"If that woman ever bothers you again, come tell me right away, alright?" one of the grandmas said, patting Gara's shoulder.
"Yes, Grandma Lasmyra," Gara replied obediently.
His polite tone and bright eyes stirred something warm in the hearts of the elders.
