His voice lowered slightly. "Are you more powerful than them?"
Lana gave a short nod.
He exhaled slowly before speaking. "My grandmother… is already dead."
For a brief moment, everything seemed to stop.
Lana's eyes widened, her breath catching faintly. "How?"
The grandson shook his head, his expression turning complicated. "That… is a mystery. Some people told me to keep my mouth shut."
Lana's gaze instantly snapped toward Mr. and Mrs. Almond, her eyes sharp and filled with suspicion. "What's going on?"
Both of them stiffened, panic flashing across their faces as they hurriedly shook their heads. "We didn't do anything!"
"She died of old age!"
Their voices overlapped, rushed and unconvincing. Lana's brows furrowed slightly. 'Something isn't right…'
Before she could press further, the grandson spoke again, his voice quiet but firm.
"It's because… she didn't have enough money to get treatment for her illness."
Lana froze.
