Mathilda’s POV

Fredric’s steps looked rushed as he got into the car, his hands busy typing something. He was surely trying to calm Paula down.

He didn't tell me he was leaving, and he wasn't the only one who wanted to resolve this problem—I did too.

I was already ready to head out to the coffee shop; I needed to calm down from all the trouble Fredric and Paula had caused me.

My phone suddenly rang, and I saw it was a call from Fredric.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm going to convince Grandmother