Lydia Patterson was clearly stunned when the shadow wind slapped her face.
It wasn't that the shadow wind hitting her face was particularly painful; on the contrary, beyond being a bit chilly, it wasn't too noticeable.
It was her grandmother's sudden change of face that scared her senseless.
This… this…
"I… Scarlett… she… she likes me… she used to follow me every day…"
For the first time, Lydia Patterson found herself at a loss for words.
Scarlett Jennings didn't even bother to look at her, her delicate little face frosty with scorn.
Seeing her grandson's reaction and thinking back to Scarlett's earlier words, the old lady instantly understood and felt somewhat frustrated by the iron not turning into steel.
"The Garrison girl was following you back in the day because she was doing me a favor, watching over you for the sake of the relationship between me and her grandmother. How could you think she liked you?!"