Crack—!
Lith gripped the armrest of his chair with a bit more force than usual, breaking it into pieces.
The current expression on his face was unlike his usual jolly and calm self. There was anger, bitterness, and frustration.
The ladies could feel his intense emotions and could not help themselves from sighing.
Young blood was always hot. Telling Lith the problems of the past may not have been the best option but he deserved to know it.
"Dear, you mustn't concern yourself with such matters." Lauren spoke with a soft tone, completely unlike her dominant warrior self. This was a sight reserved for people who could be counted on one hand.
This might be the first time his grandmother spoke to him properly since he saw her, and Lith could tell her words contained nothing but love and care.
Lith and Lauren had only just met each other but to Lauren, Lith felt like he was always a part of her.
