Since age was catching up on Jonathan, he really longed for more opportunities to spend quality time with the younger ones.

However, as his great-grandchildren grew older, they became more independent and eventually drifted further from the family.

The obedient Ian obliged and sat down beside him.

“Are you settling down well in your new campus, Ian? How busy are you with your school work?”

“Not busy,” he answered honestly.

Then, he scooped a bowl of soup for Jonathan, making the latter very well pleased.

My eldest great-grandchild is such a sweet boy who is filial toward his elders.

After having several mouthfuls, Jonathan continued posting questions to Ian. “What about your classmates? Getting along well? I heard that you did a project for Hayes Corporation in between your studies. Can you cope with everything?”

“It's fine. I'm done with it now, and it's going to be launched very soon. If... you're free to drop by during the opening, Great-grandpa, Mark can bring you there.”

Unexpectedly, Ian invited Jonathan to go witness the fruit of his labor, the very first showcase of his solo venture into the corporate world.

“Really?”

Jonathan's eyes lit up in response. Having received an invitation out of the blue was like a highlight to his mundane lifestyle.

Ian nodded. “Of course! The building is located in the Old Town. Thus, I purposely designed an arcade for the senior citizens. You can enjoy yourself there with the others when you come to visit.”

“Hahaha...” Jonathan was over the moon.

“Wow, my oldest Great-grandson is so capable! Sure, that's excellent! I'll make sure I bring along my old comrades from Jadeborough to support you on your launching day.”

“Terrific!” Ian grinned.

By the time breakfast was over, Karl was already outside.

“Mr. Ian, the helicopter is ready. Let's take our leave.”

Ian's grimaced at that news.

Susan took the flight back to Pollerton that day.

She waited for hours at the airport, but the person who gave her the tickets did not show up. Finally, she gave him a call when it was time for boarding.

“Hello, the number that you've dialed is temporarily unavailable.”

Staring at her phone, a reminder from her mother before she departed her house that morning kept playing in her head.

Susan, don't take the private jet. Go for the flight. We've bothered them too much. Let us be reminded of our place.

 

she kept her phone in

plane took off. She looked at the empty seat next to

greeted by the monsoon season. As soon as she got out of the airport, dark clouds hovered above her head. The endless drizzle

you

thanks, I'm

hundred in her purse, she strode to the bus station

distance between the airport and the station was only a

did not need to wait very

got herself a ticket and boarded the

you in class, Timothy? Otherwise, please come pick me

not stopped. She gave her brother a call and urged him to come

Where's Timothy?

that Susan was on her way back, he hurriedly borrow a friend's moped to

alone?

first thing that came to Timothy's mind when he saw

pressed her lips, got herself up the

back separately. By the way, did you get into any

I get into

first. I need to get changed while you go for marketing. Then, I'll make us all a meal before we go for

Ian returned to the apartment half

slow? My sister is back for a while now,” Timothy grumbled

the latter's

“Where is Susan?”

 

time. She's almost done. We were just waiting for you.” Timothy

Ian fell silent.

a sweet boy who is filial toward

well? I heard that you did a project

now, and it's going to be launched very soon. If...

to go witness the fruit of his labor, the

“Really?”

lit up in response. Having received an invitation out

building is located in the Old Town. Thus, I purposely designed an arcade for the senior citizens. You can

was over the

that's excellent! I'll make sure I

“Terrific!” Ian grinned.

was over,

is

at

back to Pollerton

but the person who gave her the tickets did not show up.

number that you've dialed

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