She frowned slightly.
She shifted her gaze back and asked her grandma, "Where's little Frank?"
"He went out early."
Penny Sullivan looked at her smilingly and said, "Cherline, do you have a thing for him? You seem quite concerned about him."
"..." Isabella Lindsey felt a sweat drop on her forehead.
But she couldn't explain it clearly now, so she just awkwardly said, "Grandma, don't overthink it. I thought he didn't come for breakfast and assumed he was sleeping in."
"Haha, he gets up very early, like an elderly person, and is very diligent. He even helped me water several pots of irises."
Penny Sullivan's expression relaxed, and she smiled brightly, nodding in satisfaction, "He's such an understanding good kid, and he's also very good-looking, pleasing to the eye. Before leaving, he was very polite and said he'd come back to visit when he had time and even called me grandma. It made me feel so comfortable..."
