Olivia smelled a story. "What happened back then?"

Mason shook his head. "Nothing. Let's eat."

Mason insisted that Olivia had to call him "Grandpa" at least once.

Since there wasn't anyone around, Olivia said softly, "Grandpa Heath."

"Good. Good girl." Mason patted her on the head.

No matter how you look at him at that moment, Mason looked like a kind old man. There wasn't a trace of the powerful man that he was supposed to be.

When she felt Mason's hand on her head, Olivia had a weird f