Mario POV
August stepped to get closer to me all while I stayed looked like a kid about to get scolded by his dad, only this is my great grandfather about to lecture me, “what is your name, boy?” He asked straightforwardly, and I answered like I was being interrogated, “Mario,” he stopped moving, and his entire demeanor changed into shock, “are you certain that of this?” He asked a wired question, but I think he asked if it was my name, “for real, it is,” he blinked fast, “are you my son’s grand pup?” He asked, and I had little idea what he meant. He guessed my answer as he asked a different question, “who is your grandparent?” I blinked in surprise, “oh, Grandpa Hemanuel and Grandma Amapola, why do you ask me that?” His chest started to rise and low fast. I didn’t understand what was hap
