"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 children of his own. In his younger years, he

loyalty had always belonged to the head

Audrey would take him in and care for him as if he were her own. Now, he was surrounded by the

if the head of the family were still alive, he would be overjoyed to see so many children and

wounds never

not forgive Clarissa.

of never considering her feelings, but how could she? She had only been looking for an excuse to justify

the head of the family. That was his world, his duty. If

lady since she was a child. Unlike Clarissa, she had never

of Clarissa's obsession and resentment made him sick.

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

was to live a little longer-to see Miss Audrey's and Miss Harlow's children grow. Once they had

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

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