"I'm not picky when it comes to food. Whatever you like, I like too," Remy said, his devotion to her unmistakable.

Elisa felt a deep sense of contentment. "I'm going to check on my nephew. I just heard him crying. Call me when dinner's ready-just yell over the wall."

Remy smiled. “Sure. Bring the baby over if he wants to play for a bit."

Ever since he had started going on little outings, the baby had developed a love for the outdoors.

If he cried despite being well-fed and rested, there was no need to ask why-he just wanted to go outside.

As Elisa walked out, she called back, "Let's leave him with Grandpa Jimenez for now.

Otherwise, he'll cry and demand to go out, and that'll ruin our peaceful dinner. Grandpa Jimenez adores him anyway. He keeps saying he wants to live a few more years just to see more young ones grow up."

Grandpa Jimenez's zest for life was fueled by family.

married or had children of his own. In his younger years,

had always belonged to the head of the

him in and care for him as if he were her own.

often thought that if the head of the family were still alive, he would be overjoyed to see so

wounds never

forgive Clarissa. Not even if she had turned to

she?

the head of the family. That was his world, his duty. If not for that, he wouldn't have cared

lady since she was a child. Unlike Clarissa,

memory of Clarissa's obsession and resentment made him sick. She had been more

her now. She had sought forgiveness from the head of

to live a little longer-to see Miss Audrey's and Miss Harlow's children grow. Once they had their own families, hecould finally rest and reunite

smiled. He knew Grandpa Jimenez adored Clive's son. In truth, his deep affection for

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