She couldn't help but say, "At least imitate my handwriting when you write; it will be obvious at first glance."
Keane Lowell asked, "So many times, Elder Sinclair will check one after another."
Grandfather wouldn't do that.
It was just strict when she was a child, making her rewrite any crooked letter. As she grew up, she practically never made a mistake, and last time he just flipped through it briefly and moved on.
"This time, perhaps." Claire Prescott couldn't guarantee.
"If they find out, just tell Elder Sinclair that I didn't let you copy."
"Aren't you afraid of getting scolded then?"
"It's different in nature." Keane Lowell spoke quietly, as if everything was within his control.
Claire Prescott gradually understood what he meant by being different in nature.
One is bullying, the other is protecting.
The nature is certainly different.
Forget it, if she really got caught, it's not her who would be scolded anyway.
