Viona's POV
Grandpa Kleith looked caught off guard. His smile faded.
But strangely, I wasn't frightened, not the way my father used to scare me.
I needed to be heard. I had to speak.
"If this is a gift, shouldn't it be given without expecting a return? I can't accept this if you have high expectations about something I can't control,"
I placed the wooden cylinder on the table slowly.
Grandpa Kleith looked taken aback. He opened his mouth but closed it again, as if holding something back.
My words weren't rude, were they? I tried to speak as politely as possible.
Why was he silent? I didn't want to make an enemy of him. So, I was ready for his nag.
"I know the elite family's expectations for an heir. But can't two people madly in love just marry without all these burdens?" I bluffed again.
What the hell did I just say? Who is madly in love?
Still, in this kind of moment, it was best to use foolish naivety. People were always touched by true love, weren't they?
