Aaron Sinclair chuckled. "Just wait, Mom. You'll get to eat soon. I'll have someone take this big fish to the kitchen to be prepared. We can have it for dinner later."
Celeste Grant nodded.
As a foodie, she had no objections.
Aaron Sinclair flew down and landed beside the fish. He called over two disciples from the Bloodfiend Den. Each took one end, and together they carried the massive, several-meter-long fish away.
Seeing the fish being carried off, Celeste Grant leaped down from the roof and landed beside her son.
She glanced sideways at her son, who had grown into a handsome young man. 'Time flies,' she mused. 'In the blink of an eye, my son has gotten so big.'
Before, she could casually rest her hand on his shoulder. Now, she had to reach up to do so.
Her son had shot up over the past two years and was now half a head taller than her.
