"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.

his own. In his younger years, he hadn't

to the

care for him

were still alive,

wounds never

Clarissa. Not even if

but how could she? She had only been looking for an excuse to justify her

family. That was his world, his duty.

third lady since she was a child. Unlike Clarissa,

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

the head of the family, though whether it

left to do was to live a little longer-to see Miss Audrey's and Miss Harlow's children grow.

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

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