"Jon," her grandfather said. "It's a good thing you just yelled that at the wall and not at me. There's something you missed. It may be the way to fix all this."
"What?"
"He wished that if you tell anyone you're Jon, they'll only believe you're his wife. What happens if you tell him that you're Jon?"
"But he already knows that I'm Jon," she said.
Suddenly, her grandfather looked oddly towards her. "What are you talking about? You're not Jon."
Jon's eyes went wide, realizing her mistake. "No wait. Grandpa, I am Jon, your grandson."
"Is this some kind of joke? Do you think it's funny pretending to be my grandson?"
"But I am your grandson. You have to believe me."
"I don't know what kind of game you're playing, Mrs. DeMorrell, but I won't be a part of it," Jack said, folding her female arms across her chest.
What had she done? She had just lost an ally in all of this. Because of her blunder, Jon would never be able to make her grandfather believe that she was Jon Merlin. What was she going to do now?
