"What if he did?"

"Granduncle, what are you doing?" Thora asked with a nervous laugh and her granduncle shunned her with a wave of his hand.

Swallowing back the lump in her throat, Thora's eyes darted from Ansel to granduncle.

"I did Ansel a favor, shouldn't you both thank me? My back hurts in my old age but I still get to do all the work." Granduncle then pouted while touching his back with his hands.

Ansel could already guess what was happening but he didn't want to assume that granduncle was the culprit behind all these.

"What work have you done granduncle? I'm surprised that you are still able to stand." Ansel said, suppressing the laughter that almost escaped his lips, he looked at granduncle with a straight face.

"Can't you see the work that I have done? Isn't it obvious?" Granduncle hissed loudly and pointed at the bags in Ansel's hand.

That was it!

Granduncle was indeed the mastermind behind his bags.

Ansel stared at him closely, he wanted to know the reason why granduncle had committed that s