Zombie Queen transmigration into a book-Chapter 165: Stop talking all at once

They arrived in front of a massive mansion. Numerous windows stretched across it, with luminous stones glowing from inside.

This was Leo’s family house, home to Harlow’s generation.

"Just ignore whatever my father is going to say and leave the talking to me," Leo said with a strained smile, knowing his father and wife are like fire and water.

Randall blamed Grace for not living in the family home and for taking his son away from the annual hunt on the dungeon’s lower floor.

Grace was quickly upset by his overbearing attitude and reckless fighting of unranked monsters.

"I’m not here to argue with the old man, I’m here for a serious matter...Don’t worry." Grace responded in a Zen-like tone, patting Leo’s shoulders as she walked toward the front door.

Leo sighed, hoping she would keep her promise for two minutes, then he followed behind her as the butler let them in.

"Grace, you’re here!" Suddenly, a figure rushed toward Grace and pulled her into a tight hug.

Leo’s lips twitched with annoyance, and he pulled the woman away from his wife. "How many times have I told you to stop hugging my wife? You have a husband, go hug him."

Grace smiled helplessly at the silver-haired woman—Alex’s mother.

"Brother-in-law, you’re so stingy, tsk... I can’t even give your wife a warm hug anymore. You’re really getting in the way of our family bonding!"

"Hold it right there. Last time, you were trying to persuade my wife to visit other cities with you without telling me a thing," Leo fumed. He couldn’t shake the thought that if he hadn’t stumbled onto their conversation, she might have succeeded.

Dahlia snorted. "I don’t know why Grace is stuck with a madman... Poor, beautiful, innocent Grace! You can’t even let her have a holiday. Tsk, tsk."

Grace had slipped away at some point during their argument, knowing that if she stayed, she might be forced to choose between her best friend and her husband over who was right.

She had more important matters to attend to, and their fight hadn’t begun today.

Grace climbed the stairs, heading straight to Randall’s study—she could still hear their muffled argument from here, but it only faded as she turned into a hallway.

Meanwhile, downstairs, the maids passed by two people locked in a heated argument. Their expressions remained calm and unsurprised, showing they were used to such scenes.

At least they didn’t nearly come to blows like the master and Grace did.

"Wife, I’m right—" Leo’s question halted mid-sentence when he didn’t see Grace’s figure.

Dahlia blinked, and her friend disappeared just like that.

"Oh, no! She went to Dad’s office alone." Leo shouted as he dashed up the stairs, Dahlia following behind him with a gossipy expression.

She planned to watch the exciting drama involving her father-in-law and Grace.

The rest of the family was informed of Grace and Leo’s arrival, and some groaned, feeling a headache coming on.

While others quickly rushed to the study to watch the drama.

But they were bound to be disappointed, because Grace intended to ignore every trigger word that came out of Randall’s mouth.

Inside the study, Randall was polishing a silver horn on his table when a knock sounded.

"Come back later, I’m busy!" he called out and picked up the sharpened dagger to begin sculpting.

"It’s me. I need to talk to you about something important!’’

He froze when he heard Grace’s voice, thinking he was imagining things because how could that stubborn woman return to the family house?

"Enter," he called out skeptically, feeling like his mind was playing tricks on him.

But when Grace walked in, his lips curled into a frown, and he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh, my precious daughter-in-law, why have you graced my humble abode with your presence? Did the lights turn back on, or is my useless son... pregnant? Umm..."

Grace’s vein in her forehead twitched, her lips twitching slightly as she fought the urge to give this old man a piece of her mind.

"Dad, I came here for something important. Adrian came back from the surface yesterday." She paused, waiting for her words to sink in.

"What! Did Adrian come back?!"

"How is he? Is the surface still livable?"

"Why didn’t he come back with you? Doesn’t he know his mother and I are worried?!"

Suddenly, questions flooded into the room as everyone rushed in.

Randall watched his four sons burst into his study, their wives and daughter following behind.

Someone might wonder how Randall was able to have so many children despite the low birth rate in the population.

Blame it on the fruit his late wife accidentally ate from the dungeon. It made her fertile, but unfortunately, it had a side effect: with each child born, the eater’s health weakened—until their body could no longer support itself.

It was late when they discovered the cause of her death, and ever since, the fruit has been considered a banned item throughout the cities.

"Shut up! Stop talking all at once—you lot are giving me a headache!" Randall shouted, slamming the dagger onto the table in anger.

The room grew quiet, but their eyes on Grace became more intense, full of unspoken questions.

Randall motioned for Grace to continue, and everyone listened, their eyes lighting up with excitement, and a wave of relief washed over them at the thought that their children were safe.

"But the problem is how we’re going to move everyone in the city to the surface and also bring some weapons along," Grace returned to the main reason why she came.

Randall was silent for a moment, his finger tapping on the table as his mind raced. Then a thought flickered in his mind, and he shot to his feet, his chair scraping behind him.

"No, all the family heads in town need to be informed of this news; they all must agree before that thing can be used.’’

He muttered to himself before telling one of his sons to ring the town’s bell — so those guys would come rushing out, thinking the town was in trouble.

"Grace, come with me. You, inform the maids to bring out refreshments; we’ll be having some guests visiting shortly," Randall instructed a wine-red-haired woman.

"Alright." The woman nodded and hurried away, Daniel’s image flashing through her mind for a moment. A relieved smile tugged at her lips. "Thank God that stubborn child of mine is safe."

Leo watched Grace’s expression carefully, searching for any signs of anger. Finding none, his steps grew lighter.

"Do I seem like someone who would dismiss something important out of anger? Your father can be bothersome, but he knows when to conceal his dislike for me when it matters."

Grace lightly pinched Leo’s waist for doubting her, and she even felt a bit of pity for Randall, who was mistrusted by his own son.

"Hmm, honey... I was wrong." Leo moaned in pain, pleading for her to let go of his flesh.

Randall glanced back and shook his head at his son’s spinelessness. "Hurry up and put away that useless look of yours."

Leo ignored Randall’s disgusted expression and held tightly to Grace, his sickly sweet tone of affection ringing in the old man’s ears and almost causing him to stumble in anger.

"Behave yourself,’’ Grace warned. She felt embarrassed for him and wanted him to stop talking.

"Wife, I could be your personal servant... hhmm... mm—" Grace quickly covered his mouth before he could say anything more outrageous. She glared at him, warning him to shut up, fully aware that if he pushed her too far, he’d be kicked out of their room.

The sound of the bell echoed through the town, shattering its usual tranquility. People on the streets instinctively reached for their weapons, while some hurried home.

They all assumed a dungeon monster had broken in again—some creature capable of manipulating space or hiding in a person’s shadow, able to follow a dungeon raider out of the dungeon.

"Didn’t they ban anyone from going to the dungeon?’’

"What’s happening?’’

"Where’s the monster?’’

Questions spread throughout town, and the heads of other families had to come out to find out what was happening.