"... Yes, Old Master." Victoria Saber involuntarily shivered and instinctively tightened her grip on her daughter's hand with her left hand.
Robin Summer held her hand back, exerting a slight force to give her strength, reassuring her not to be afraid.
Ethan Summer wasn't in a hurry to speak either. He placed the teacup on the coffee table, lifted his eyes, and stared at Victoria Saber, "Victoria Saber, let me ask you, whose child is Robin?"
At these words, the mother and daughter, along with George Summer, were all shocked, thinking they had misheard.
"Old... Old Master..." Victoria Saber's voice trembled as she said, "What... what do you mean? Robin is obviously Zahir's child, your granddaughter!"
"Really?" Ethan Summer let out a cold snort, frightening everyone again. Victoria stood up reflexively, her brows furrowing tightly.
"Old Master, I don't understand what you mean..."
