Chapter 150. Festive Dinner

"Horrible? What's terrible?" asked Grandpa Wilson curiously.

"He looks terrible, Dad. Her hair was disheveled. She was sitting on the side of the road crying, just a far cry from her previous arrogant and haughty appearance." Mrs. Barbara described Sonya's condition as she saw it.

"Ah, really, Auntie? Are you sure it's the sorceress Sonya? Because Mom, my sister-in-law, and I just met her a few moments before when we were at the mall." Christy interrupted her aunt's explanation.

"That's right, Chris. Your auntie's eyes are not myopic; your uncle saw it, too." Mrs. Barbara turned to her husband, who responded with a nod, acknowledging his wife's words. "I almost went downstairs to greet her, but when I remember how she's been behaving, especially with you, Tan, I get sick of it. Maybe it's God's punishment for her."

"Hm, maybe she's already met her grandfather." Mr. Wilson commented.

"So what, Dad? She should be happy after meeting her grandfather, right?"

"How can she be happy, Auntie