CHAPTER 8: BLAMING HER

I gently kissed Greyson's forehead and turned the lights off before I left his room. I climbed downstairs and went straight to the kitchen, where I found Aunt Esther making coffee.

"How's the kid?" she asked me.

I already told her what happened.

"He's sleeping in his room already." I sighed heavily. "He told me that he's fine, but I'm still worried about him."

She offered me a cup of coffee, but I refused because I would certainly have a hard time sleeping if I drank it

"Did he tell you what his reason was for punching that kid?" she asked.

I shook my head. "Unfortunately, he always avoids my questions related to that. But I'm confident that he would not do such a thing without any valid reasons."

"You're absolutely right. Greyson is a logical kid," she declared. "But how about you? Are you alright? Oliver told me that you also got into a scuffle."

I smiled sheepishly. "I wasn't hurt at all, aunt. Don't worry about me. But you know what? I'm still angry about that woman who hu