Deklan welcomed Granny Linsa with a vibrant smile, like he was welcoming a friend.
It was a fake smile, but his enthusiasm made it seem so real.
In contrast, Granny Linsa's face was now edged by fear and worry—gone was her smug and condescending composure as if everyone around her were lower than her. Now, her thin lips trembled visibly, drained of their usual color—like she was low on blood.
Even her wrinkles that lent her face its stern authority now deepened with unease.
It softened her once-imposing presence into something fragile, almost pitiful.
Marsha was the one who noticed the change the most.
She has never seen Granny Linsa like this.
"Come on in, come on in," Deklan gestured for her to come in. "Oh, and close the door behind you."
Granny Linsa was hesitant, but seeing the pathetic and pleading gaze Adrian was giving her, she had no other choice. As she closed the door behind her, she stood a few paces from the chair while Deklan went to the table on the side.
