“How can we feel when Grandma York says that? Zachary and the others are all OK, but we are terrible.”

Clive said this to the old lady with a smile.

Remy nodded in agreement.

The old lady laughed even more happily.

What she was most proud of were her nine grandchildren.

In a few years, her nine grandsons will all be married and have their own families. Even if she dies, she will be able to laugh for three days and three nights in heaven.

Old Mr. Jimenez’s gaze fell on Sonny again.

Sonny nestled in Serenity’s arms, looking at everyone curiously and listening to everyone talk. He couldn’t understand what these old men were saying.

“Yes, it really looks like Miss Harlow.” Old Mr. Jimenez muttered to himself.

“Sonny looks a lot like Miss Harlow when Miss Harlow was a child. If he had braided his hair into two braids and worn a skirt, he would look just like Miss Harlow.”

Sonny as if he

him, he would always say to her in a baby voice, “Uncle Jimenez, give me

request. Every time, he would pick her up, lift her up high, and spin her around in circles. Then he would put the little girl on his

the previous matriarch saw this, she would always blame the little girl, saying that he was very busy and didn’t want him to accompany them all

the children liked him, and no matter how busy he

always said that he didted on the children more

He smiled.

she was the head of the family’s child, so of course

he treated her children, even if they were not his, as

children actually

the children were afraid of their mother because she was too strict. However, their father was gentle, cultured, and good-tempered, so the children

taught Sonny how to call

out in a crisp voice,

responded kindly and waved

for him to come over, he slid down to the ground, walked around the coffee table, and came in

reached

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