"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

always belonged to the

for him

were still alive, he would

some wounds

forgive 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 not for that, he wouldn't have cared about Clarissa

child. Unlike Clarissa, she had never harbored inappropriate

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

the head of the family, though whether it had been granted was

and Miss Harlow's children grow. Once

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

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