Connor Grant sneaked a glance at Yvonne Sutton, whose face had suddenly changed, and lowered his head, not daring to make a sound. He dreamed of marrying the woman he loved, but she stubbornly refused.
He didn't dare to treat Yvonne Sutton the way he used to, and he certainly didn't dare to pressure her.
Old Master Grant looked at his little grandson, who was hanging his head and silent, with a flicker of dissatisfaction passing through his eyes. His gaze shifted to Yvonne Sutton, whose face was as pale as paper. He sighed softly in his heart, yet he was unwilling to see the two of them let time slip by in vain: "Connor, Yvonne, you're both not young anymore. It's time to settle down. I don't have much time left, and I just hope you can start a family soon. I'm not asking for a big, fat great-grandson, just that I could see your wedding before I die."
