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

always belonged to the head of

in his twilight years, Miss Audrey would take him in and care for him as

of the family were still alive, he would be overjoyed

some wounds

Clarissa. Not even if she had

how could she? She had only

was his world,

a child. Unlike Clarissa, she had never

sick. She had been more than twenty years younger than

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

thing 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 families,

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

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