"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.

had never married or had children of his own. In his younger years, he hadn't given

belonged to the head of the

he imagined that, in his twilight years, Miss Audrey would take him in and care for him

thought that if the head of the family were still alive, he would be overjoyed

wounds never

Clarissa. Not even

feelings, but how could she? She

had always been to the head of the family. That was his world, his duty. If

raised the third lady since she was a child. Unlike Clarissa, she

obsession and resentment made him sick. She had been more than twenty years younger than

She had sought forgiveness from the head of the family, though whether it had

the only thing left to do was to live a little longer-to see Miss Audrey's and Miss Harlow's children grow. Once they had their own families, hecould

Jimenez adored Clive's son. In truth, his deep affection for the younger generation stemmed from his unspoken love for their

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