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Chapter 115

"I'm not alone today, grandpa!"

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"...Yes. Come on in."

A smile slowly formed on my grandfather's face.

It was an inexplicable smile.

"I'll prepare drinks and snacks for you."

The butler said so and quickly started to pack the bread and juice that had been placed on one side.

In the midst of the clatter, I said with a slight nudge on Craney's back.

"What are you doing, Craney? You're going to visit our grandfather."

"Did you bring gifts?"

Grandpa looked at Craney and asked.

"Well, that's... Ugh."

Craney turned his face red and held out a small bouquet of flowers hidden behind his back to his grandfather.

"Get well soon, Grandpa!"

"Hah..."

Grandpa knew how shy and unapologetic Craney was.

So how courageous him to give this prepared gift to a grandpa he scary of.

"Yes, thank you, Craney."

Grandpa patted Craney on the shoulder as he accepted the bouquet.

"You have a very good eye for flowers."

This compliment too.

"I, I've been picking the flowers all day from the mansion field!."

"Yes, it is very beautiful."

"Oh, I got praised."

Craney's smiling face was full of joy.

He seemed to be ridiculed a lot by his brother Astalliu for liking books and pretty flowers.

However, it was so good that his ears turned red when he was praised by his grandfather for his beautiful bouquet.

“Grandfather, I…”

Larane smiled shyly and handed him a book.

"Sometimes when I'm sick, I don't think there's anything more comforting than a book..."

Grandpa looked at the book for a moment as if he didn't expect Larane to give him a gift, and laughed with great satisfaction.

"Thanks, Larane. I just read all the remaining books, and they went really well. I'll read them today."

Larane's face was also quite red.

"The drinks are ready. Then I'll go down to the kitchen, sir."

"Well, that's a good job."

John stepped out of the bedroom, and the children crammed around the table with simple pastries and sweets.

It was then.

First, Mayron, who was taking a bite of the cake, patted Gilliu's side and took two of the same cake from the small plate.

Then Gilliu walked with him, played with him in his grandfather's hands, and came back.

"Delicious, Grandpa. Eat it."

It was the way the twins took care of their grandfather, they didn't say much either.

Grandpa took turns looking at the cake on the round plate and the children sitting around and called out to me.

"Tia."