Natalie's POV
"You're not Clara, are you?"
I gulped when I heard the old man's question. What did I just do?
My teeth found my inner cheek as I bit it. My big mouth! I remained there staring at the old man as he looked back at me with that knowing eyes. His facial expressions were saying,
'You cannot hide it from me'
I forced out a dry laugh before asking,
"What are you talking about, Grandpa? Of course, I'm Clara," but he shook his head before he chuckled. The wrinkle on his face is more visible on both sides of his eyes.
"We all know Clara in this house and if the others were paying attention, they would have also known that you aren't Clara"
I gulped as I asked,
"How… who… told you that?"
"Clara will never call me grandpa" he stated as he stood up from where he sat and
