CHAPTER 160 : WHY IS HE CALLING ME MOM?

George furrowed his brow so deeply it looked like he might furrow his entire forehead right off his face. "Don't pay attention to this," he muttered, waving his dismissive hand in the air. "It's obviously not true, and where's the psychological judgment of these people? Spreading rumors like wildfire without a shred of evidence." Benjamin snorted a sharp sound that betrayed the amusement bubbling beneath his calm exterior. "Easy for you to say, Mr. Sheltered-from-the-Storm. You haven't heard the whispers swirling around like dust devils in a desert." George bristled slightly. "Sure, I heard something," he admitted, "a snippet here, a stray comment there. But I never took it seriously! Everyone knows the Gracias practically broadcasted the whole thing after it happened. Lauretta's reasons for joining the family are hardly a state secret." George leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers in a gesture that spoke volumes of his skepticism. "True, the Gracias themselves spread the