"Rusty, yet still effortlessly outplaying her?"
The words were a blatant slap to her face!
Sandra stared at Camilla's breathtakingly beautiful features, her fury reaching its peak as her own face twisted unconsciously with rage.
"You little—"
Before she could finish, an aged voice cut her off.
"Sandra, now you understand there's always someone better, don't you?"
Grandpa Porter chided his granddaughter, though his tone dripped with indulgence and resignation.
"At least you meant well.
Your Grandpa Luther won't laugh at you for it."
Without giving Sandra a chance to respond, he turned to Grandpa Luther with a chuckle.
"Right, Grandpa Luther?"
Sandra's senses had already been reeled back in by her grandfather's intervention.
The resentment in her eyes had vanished, replaced now by an obedient, demure expression as she gazed at Grandpa Luther.
