Seeing Clayton Xavier's dazed expression, the Old Madam said kindly, "You'll come to understand these things over time. It's normal not to grasp it all at once. In the future, if there's anything you don't understand, just come and ask me."
"Okay."
Clayton Xavier's expression was complicated, his heart in turmoil. He was seeing his grandmother in a new light.
He had always thought of his grandmother as a kind and compassionate old woman. Whenever people from Xavier Village came seeking medical treatment, she would always help them enthusiastically, never charging a single cent. The villagers all said she was a living saint and sang her praises.
But those cold, unfamiliar words had come from his grandmother's own mouth. She had told him to betray a friend, to make friends with false pretenses, and even said her kindness to the people of Xavier Village was just an act to win them over...
