"Turning misfortune into fortune." These four simple words sent Yvette Grant into a foot-stomping rage. Even Uncle Grant's smile looked strained, as if plastered onto his face.
How could anyone argue that turning misfortune into fortune wasn't a good thing?
They couldn't.
And didn't a person with such a reading have a good fortune written on their face?
Of course they did.
Besides, with Warren Grant's recent "hero saving the damsel" act, wasn't it perfect proof that the facial reading corresponded with reality?
Master Walsh roared with laughter from the other side of the video call. "My face-reading skills are second to none!"
Shirley Thorne played along enthusiastically, giving him a thumbs-up. "Grandpa Walsh, you're the best!"
Everyone: ...
Ethan Grant glanced up at the high-spirited woman beside him. He then lowered his gaze in thought for a moment before letting out a soft, knowing chuckle.
'Is this little rascal trying to mess with Uncle Grant?'
'Interesting.'
