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Chapter - 29
Fiona - POV John, standing by my side, seemed confused by my expression. "Miss Jones, this is my grandmother," he said, his tone defensive. "Why would I lie to you about her?" I glanced at him skeptically, raising an eyebrow. Grandmother? The woman barely looked forty. How could she possibly be old enough to be his grandmother? I folded my arms, feeling like I’d walked into some kind of elaborate joke. John blinked, clearly baffled by my human assumptions. Of course, it dawned on me then—he wouldn’t understand how humans aged or what I expected a grandmother to look like. These weren’t humans, after all, and their lifespans were entirely different. I sighed at my ignorance. I didn’t know what a grandmother looked like in this realm, especially since I’d grown up in isolation. My par
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