Hearing that, Jocelyn quickly waved her hand. Realizing that she might not be able to express herself clearly, she quickly took out her phone and started typing.
"You're mistaken. If Master Aren didn't show up in time, I would have died. He saved me!"
Jocelyn handed the phone to Old Madam Brown.
Looking at the words written on it, Old Madam Brown heaved a sigh of relief. She knew that her grandson would not do something so ungentlemanly. As expected, Aren did not disappoint her.
"Sorry, Grandma was wrong about you. You're a hero who protected your fiancée." Old Madam Brown quickly stood up and patted Aren's shoulder like she was treating a child.
If she could, she would have patted Aren on the head, but he had never let anyone touch his head since he became an adult.
Thinking of Aren when he was young, Old Madam Brown felt a little nostalgic..