"Grandpa, don't rush, don't rush, walk slowly." Aiden Grant quickly caught up to support Old Master Grant's arm, his eyes full of worry. As soon as he grabbed the old man's arm, the jubilant elder shook him off and walked even faster, deepening the worry in Aiden's eyes.
Old Master Grant impatiently furrowed his brows, brushed aside his "meddlesome" eldest grandson, and said as he briskly walked, "Don't block my way, step aside, I want to see my darling grandson!"
Aiden watched the elderly man, whose pace was quickening as if he couldn't wait to start running, and his deep eyes filled with helplessness: "Grandpa, isn't Connor walking in with the child now? It's just a matter of waiting a few more seconds, please don't rush."
"Stop your jibber-jabber!" Old Master Grant retorted irritably, his steps grew even swifter, causing Aiden, who closely followed, to remain on edge.
