“How can we feel when Grandma York says that? Zachary and the others are all OK, but we are terrible.”

Clive said this to the old lady with a smile.

Remy nodded in agreement.

The old lady laughed even more happily.

What she was most proud of were her nine grandchildren.

In a few years, her nine grandsons will all be married and have their own families. Even if she dies, she will be able to laugh for three days and three nights in heaven.

Old Mr. Jimenez’s gaze fell on Sonny again.

Sonny nestled in Serenity’s arms, looking at everyone curiously and listening to everyone talk. He couldn’t understand what these old men were saying.

“Yes, it really looks like Miss Harlow.” Old Mr. Jimenez muttered to himself.

child. If he had braided his hair into

at Sonny as

would always say to her in a baby voice, “Uncle Jimenez,

Every time, he would pick her up, lift her up high, and spin her around in circles. Then he would put

always blame the little girl, saying that he

said it was okay; the children liked him, and no matter how busy he was, he would always squeeze out some time to

said that he didted on the children

He smiled.

the family’s child, so of course he

heart, the previous matriarch was above everything else, and he treated

children actually

were afraid of their mother because she was too strict.

taught Sonny how to call

out in a crisp

responded kindly and waved

over, he slid down to the ground, walked around the coffee table, and came in front of Old Mr.

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