"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.

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

to

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

the head of the family were still alive, he would be overjoyed to

some wounds never

death, he could not forgive Clarissa. Not even

considering her feelings, but how could she? She had only been looking for an excuse to

had always been to the head of the family. That was his world, his duty. If not for

she was a child. Unlike Clarissa, she had never harbored

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

there was no point dwelling on her now. She had sought forgiveness from the head of the family, though

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

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

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