Mason Bennett raised an eyebrow, looking blankly at the old lady, "Take down what?"
The Bennett family matriarch covered her mouth and laughed for a good while, her crow’s feet crinkling at the corners of her eyes.
"Oh, you child, what’s there to be embarrassed about with Grandma?"
Mason frowned, getting more and more confused.
"But Bella is still young, you have to restrain yourself a bit, and remember, our Bennett men must be responsible."
Listening to his grandma getting more and more outrageous, Mason just felt a headache. He had always found it hard to understand his grandma’s way of thinking.
"Why do I have to be responsible for him?"
And what does he need to restrain?
"You child." The old lady looked at him unhappily.
"You’ve done this and that to the person, and you still don’t want to be responsible? Even if it hasn’t gone all the way, you still have to be responsible."
Mason looked at the old lady in front of him, his face darkening.
"Grandma, what exactly are you trying to say?"
The Bennett family matriarch chuckled, lightly patted Mason’s arm, lowered her voice, her expression... a little perverted.
"You child, still playing dumb with Grandma. You messed up little Bella’s clothes, and you’re still pretending."
Messed up the clothes?
Mason thought back to earlier in the car, he might have spilled that packet of snacks all over himself, leaving him speechless.
"I didn’t do it on purpose." After speaking, he added, "I’ll have them prepare a new set."
This reaction immediately displeased the old lady, her smile vanished, and her face turned stern.
She glanced back at the top of the stairs, then pulled Mason aside, lowering her voice with a hint of accusation and sharpness.
"What do you mean by this? Bella is a pure child and you ruined him, and you still don’t want to take responsibility? I’m telling you, if you let her down, I’ll be the first to not forgive you."
The Bennett family matriarch said angrily, her expression full of you-best-take-responsibility-or-else-grandma-will-disown-you vibes.
Mason’s face turned completely dark, he finally understood what the old lady meant.
Ruin? He ruin Bella Green?
"Grandma, Bella is a boy." Mason’s voice was cold and deep.
The old lady was stunned for a moment—does he not even know Bella is a girl?
So, has he really not done anything, or is it...
"Grandson, Grandma takes back what she said earlier, actually, it doesn’t necessarily have to be a girl, as long as you like, Grandma can accept anything."
The Bennett family matriarch said with a serious face.
Meanwhile, in her heart, she complained, her grandson, sharp as a fox in normal days, but why so clueless in this matter?
At first, Mason took Bella Green as a boy, and she found it amusing, having no intention to reveal it.
But she hadn’t expected, after all this time, with them spending so much time together.
This silly grandson still hadn’t realized Bella was a girl?
For the first time, the Bennett family matriarch was distressed by her grandson’s sheer masculinity.
Is this what they call a "straight as steel" man?
She had clearly arranged for two female secretaries to be sent to his office, how could he still be so clueless about genders?
However, Mason had no idea of her thoughts, his attention was drawn by the phrase, "doesn’t necessarily have to be a girl."
Repeatedly someone in his ear telling him, in truth, a partner doesn’t necessarily have to be a woman.
After hearing it so often, even he started to feel a bit muddled and puzzled.
His gaze involuntarily drifted towards the top of the stairs, a little dazed.
That little thing, also likes men, right...