Nathan Foster looked at South Grant, raising an eyebrow and said casually: 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"I can tell fortunes."

"Then read my fortune." South Grant didn’t believe him at all, saying this purely to tease him.

Maybe he’s met too many people, able to see through people’s hearts.

That’s how he saw through Fiona Grant’s true nature.

Nathan Foster then took South Grant’s right hand, and under the courtyard light, looked at it with great seriousness.

"Looking at your palm..."

South Grant listened to Nathan Foster speaking so earnestly and suddenly thought of a joke, where a guy reads a girl’s palm and then flirts.

Like, "You lack me in your life, take me home."

At this moment, South Grant interrupted him: "Don’t say something like that; it’s so cliché."

Nathan Foster, however, continued seriously: "According to your palm, there’s nothing lacking, but according to your name, you..."

Nathan Foster paused here, seemingly to keep South Grant in suspense.

"What’s wrong with my name?" South Grant couldn’t help but look at him.

"You probably lack ’day’ in the five elements, that’s why you have the character ’昱’ in your name."

South Grant: "..."

South Grant felt totally attacked by him.

"Come on, what kind of nonsense is that? If that’s the case, I should be called Crystal Grant instead."

Nathan Foster let go of her hand, still speaking earnestly:

"You can’t possibly lack that much; Crystal has three ’suns’, but the character ’昱’ is just right, one is enough."

South Grant: "..."

"Our Celestian culture is so profound and yet you’ve twisted it like this, it’s unbearable!"

Nathan Foster stood aside, looking at South Grant and raised an eyebrow.

"Profound? Hmm, not bad." With that, Nathan Foster continued to walk to the study.

South Grant paused, only to realize what Nathan Foster’s last words meant!

What a big jerk!

I can’t talk to him anymore!

Let alone delve deeper into his words!

He’s practically brainwashing me!

Profound...

You’re so dirty-minded, it’s unfathomable!

Back in the study, Nathan Foster threw a set of pajamas and a towel to South Grant.

"Go wash up, the bathroom is over there."

South Grant took one look—it’s the pajamas she often wore at the military base; she didn’t expect to see them here.

Then she thought, guessing that Nathan Foster probably knew in advance that they’d be staying at the old house for a while, so he brought her familiar stuff over.

"Weren’t we supposed to study? Besides, after studying, I’ll have to sleep here, which isn’t convenient, in case Grandpa asks..."

"Just stay at ease; I’ve got everything covered."

"I can’t hide my identity forever; when it gets exposed, and Grandpa finds out, it’ll be so awkward." South Grant was worried; at the military base, it didn’t matter since everyone was Nathan Foster’s subordinate and kept their mouths shut.

"That’s perfect; there’s your excuse." Nathan Foster didn’t mind at all.

"What excuse?" South Grant was a bit puzzled.

"When the time comes, just say I didn’t know your identity. After living together for so long, for the sake of my reputation, you have to take responsibility for me."

"..." South Grant heard Nathan Foster’s words and felt choked with anger.

What does he mean by taking responsibility for him?

Accompany you to eat and sleep, in the end, you enjoy it and play innocent!

Where can I argue my case?

"Stop trying to trick me, it’s my reputation that’s at stake!" South Grant said furiously.

"Or, I can take responsibility for you." Nathan Foster raised an eyebrow.