"You don't have to be nervous."
The old lady's face eased a little, not as tight as she had just been upstairs.
The ancient well－like eyes gave Doria a large glance without trace, then fixed on Alan's body, and saw his grandson look as usual, as if he had not just thrown the big bomb to her.
Alan glanced at the old lady.
The old lady immediately stared at him, don't open your eyes, don't want to look at him.
Alan looked as usual, but his mouth was covered with a smile that seemed like nothing. The old lady could feel it without looking at him. She immediately felt that her heart was blocked.
She wanted a great－grandson, and the boy was indeed brought back.
But why are you so unhappy?
This boy!
… …
"Doria girl, it's not easy to bring a child for so many years, is it?" The old lady
