“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.

when Miss Harlow was a child. If he had braided his hair into two braids and worn a skirt, he would look

at Sonny as if he were lost in

always say to her in a baby voice, “Uncle Jimenez, give me a hug. I

and spin her around in circles. Then he would put the little girl on his shoulders and spin her around in circles in the yard. The little girl would open her arms and say she

little girl, saying that he

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

always said that he didted on

He smiled.

and she was the head of the family’s child, so of course he had

and he treated her children, even if they were not

the two children actually doted on them very

afraid of their mother because she was too strict. However, their father was gentle, cultured, and good-tempered, so the children were

Sonny how

a

Mr. Jimenez responded kindly and waved

him to come over, he slid

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