“If you don’t say anything, I’ll take it as a yes!” Yorick reached out happily, stepping forward to hug me.

Heinare immediately pulled me behind her, standing between me and Yorick.

“Yorick, are you insane?” Heinare’s tone was icy, her gaze full of contempt as if looking at a toad craving swan meat.

The old lady was also stunned, utterly incredulous.

“Yorick, have you lost your mind? She’s not good enough for you! My friends’ granddaughters are way better. You can pick anyone you want—sweet, obedient girls, not like her…”

“Grandma, stop talking!” Yorick cut her off. “I like her.”

“What do you even like about her? You’re clearly bewitched!...