The elderly man with white hair and beard's eyes lit up, striking the ground forcefully with his dragon-headed cane, with clear admiration in his eyes.
"So you are Cecilia Vaughn!"
"Old grandpa, have you heard of me?"
Cecilia Vaughn hesitated as she glanced at the man, secretly guessing whether he was the professor from Stellerton University.
After all, her grandfather had also once attended Stellerton University, albeit as an auditor, because his business had disrupted his studies. However, her grandmother was an arts enthusiast, and her grandfather willingly put aside various business opportunities to experience a bit of literary fragrance, to be closer to his wife.
Although her grandfather had already passed away, Cecilia Vaughn deeply appreciated his years of guidance that a scholar must never lose their pride.
Perhaps her grandfather hadn't read as many books as her grandmother, but some things are engraved in one's bones, resembling the charisma described in texts.
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