Sensing the fear in the air, Frank spoke up. “You have misunderstood, Grandpa.”
"Shut up!"
Frank was pierced by his grandfather's sharp gaze. Pressing his lips together, he clenched his fists. He really didn't expect that his prank could bring about such a big disaster.
"You! Why do you dare attack my grandson?”
Kara's lips trembled violently. Her hands were linked in front of her stomach, protecting and squeezing each other. She didn't have time to think about her messy hair anymore.
"Sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to hurt your grandson. I was upset because he snatched my chocolate and—”
“Is that a good reason to attack him?” Rowan interrupted sarcastically.
"It is not like that. My hand accidentally hit his face. Then he pulled my hair.”
“And you fought back?”
Rowan’s voice broke Kar
