"Well, I think this kind of thing depends on fate, it can't be forced."
Maya Monroe had long anticipated this question, as Yolanda Sawyer had always placed great importance on the issue of descendants.
Though it was somewhat troublesome when the question actually arose, it didn't stop her from making up a few excuses.
Yolanda Sawyer suddenly dismissed the servant massaging her shoulders, and propped herself up slightly, her cloudy eyes suddenly flashing sharply: "Maya, tell me the truth..."
Seeing her struggle to sit up, Maya quickly helped her.
Yolanda waved her hand: "You don't need to hold my head, just bring me a pillow."
Maya complied.
"Grandma, what do you want to ask?"
Yolanda's gaze lingered on Maya's face: "Is Ian Rowe still throwing tantrums at you? How does he really treat you in private? Tell me, does he despise you behind my back? Tell me everything!"
Yolanda became more agitated as she spoke, eventually coughing.
