"Wait a minute, you little rascal, what are you going to do with your little sister?"
Elder Johnson, in his moment of grief, immediately raised his head upon hearing his grandson's words, "I forbid you to bother your little sister! Stay right there!"
"Don't worry, Grandfather, I won't harm her," Logan Johnson said with furrowed brows, his tone already several degrees colder, "I just want to make things clear to her."
"She might not acknowledge it, but she has to because we're the family with the real blood connection."
"As for the Doyle family, letting them scrape by is already giving Ellie enough face."
With that, he left.
Logan's footsteps did not falter as he strode away.
At this point.
Elder Johnson truly panicked.
His granddaughter was already displeased with them, and now, with Logan stirring things up, who knew what would happen.
Immediately, Elder Johnson got over his sorrow and chased after him, "You little rascal, stop right there! Stop!"