Two days earlier,
Julian found himself with nothing to occupy his time. His lips curled into a wicked smile as the thought hit him: Let's stir some shit up.
He made his way to his grandparents' room and found the door wide open. He stepped inside, his wicked smile fading into a neutral expression.
His eyes landed first on Gregoria, sitting there like a queen on her chair, not acknowledging him or his presence.
"How is he?" Julian asked, his tone casual.
Gregoria didn't look at him. "The same," she replied, not interested.
Julian chuckled, stepping closer. "You seem tense, Grandmother," he teased, tilting his head. "Is something on your mind?"
She finally turned to him, her sharp eyes narrowing. "If you're here to mock, then leave."
Julian smirked, his gaze flickering to her body for a brief second before meeting her eyes again. "Oh, come now, Grandmother. I came to check on my dear grandfather... and perhaps, to entertain myself a little."
