"Let's go back to a few incidents. Do you remember during the funeral? Damian called Gama, and Gama hid behind Bhuvi?" Glara nodded in response to Lana's words, her memory back to the events of yesterday. "This morning, when Damian and Martha came, Gama immediately hid behind Bhuvi again, right?" Once again, Glara could only nod.

Lana smiled, she put away her knitting tools and shifted her body to face Glara. "From here, we can see that Gama considers Bhuvi as someone he trusts, besides you. And if I may be honest, Aunt sees a comfortable and calm look in Gama's eyes when Bhuvi is around."

"Is it okay?" Glara...