The more she spoke, the colder Timmy's expression became, mercilessly striking Sheryl Lancaster, "Are you planning to marry my grandfather? So I should call you Grandma?"
Sheryl Lancaster "..."
She tightened her grip on Timmy's hand; she hated being called old the most.
Isn't she prettier than Melody Thorne?
"Let go," Timmy lowered his head, losing patience,
Sheryl Lancaster looked down; she had already grasped Timmy's arm until it turned red, and as enough time had passed, she immediately released his arm.
Timmy cast another unfriendly glance at Sheryl Lancaster and turned to leave the office.
He didn't even look at the gift Sheryl Lancaster gave him.
"Young Master Timmy, what's wrong? Someone came to see you at school, but you're still unhappy?" The teacher followed after Timmy, long accustomed to his moods, which were just like that of the ruthless, legendary figure.
"Nothing," Timmy walked briskly,
The area that Sheryl Lancaster had grabbed still ached slightly.
