"The Cause Of Her Illness"

Thinking that it's a pity to bully such a cute kid any longer, the Godfather decided to be impartial just for this time. 

"Hmph! Thank your good luck that this Lord is in a good mood today." The Godfather cleared his throat as he snapped his finger, dismissing his dominance ability. 

In that instant, Ainsley and Cellino felt the mountain-like pressure vanishing into thin air. They subconsciously plopped to the bed, exhausted. 

Finally! We're free! 

Ainsley hurriedly rose and sat cross-legged on the bed. She didn't let down her guard just yet even though the Godfather already forgave her. 

Regaining her freedom, Ainsley didn't continue to apologise but went for another topic instead. 

"U-uh, Gwodfathel, whai...whai ywou cwome two swee Ain? (Godfather, why...why you come to see Ain?)" 

Ainsley immediately struck the iron while it's still hot. While the Godfather was showing mercy to her, she better asked him things!