Chapter 887

Damon was rendered speechless.

Mason didn't care. He walked right past Damon and ran straight to Harrison, stopping in front of him. "Hi, Grandpa!"

Seeing his adorable grandson, Harrison couldn't stop smiling. "Hello, Buddy! Are you hungry? Let's wash our hands and have dinner, okay?" Mason nodded obediently. "Okay, Grandpa!"

Nyla led Mason to wash his hands. When they returned to the dining table, Damon had already served their meals.

Mason climbed into his chair. Instead of eating, he looked expectantly at Harrison.

Harrison was puzzled. "Buddy, why aren't you eating? Don't you like the food?"

Mason shook his head. "No, Grandpa. You eat first."

Harrison immediately understood. Mason was waiting for him to start.

Smiling, Harrison picked up some food. "Alright, let's all eat now."

"Okay!" Mason happily grabbed a meatball. He had always loved meatballs-he could never get enough.

After eating a few, he reached for more, but Nyla stopped him. "No more meatballs, or it might not digest well later. Try something else, okay?"

Mason looked disappointed. He had hoped his mother might spoil him a bit since they were at his grandfather's house. Guess he was wrong.

...

the time dinner ended, it was

Nyla and Damon got ready to leave

looked at Mason reluctantly. "Come back

Harrison of Nyla's childhood, filling him with

"Sure," Nyla replied.

like a quick word with Damon. Nyla, could you

looked at her dad, puzzled. What could he

he handed her the car keys. "It's a bit cold downstairs. You and Buddy wait

nodded, deciding not to question him, and

...

a while in the car, Damon

Nyla asked, "What did my dad want to talk to

me to take good

needed to be said in private?"

I ever mistreat you,

was no point in pushin if he

it go, and

silent.

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kept his eyes on the road, his thoughts drifted

family years ago, strange accidents had always interrupted his progress, making it feel

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