Chapter 122. Where Is Our Dear Grandson?

She woke up and said in anger, “Leave me alone. I want more sleep. Why are you bothering me? It’s not like I’m getting a lot of sleep these days anyway.”

“Come on, babe, it’s almost nine o’clock now. It’s time to get up!” He said as he set himself down next to her and attempted to tickle her.

“Are you not going to see your parents? Just go! And let me sleep.” She grumbled and said angrily as she wriggled around under the quilt.

“You heard that?” He didn’t know how she could’ve heard all that.

“Of course I did!” She said.

“So, aren’t you glad to hear that?” He said as he pulled away from the quilt and hugged her tightly. Scarlett opened her eyes and said, “Look, Francis, here’s the thing. Your mother doesn’t like me, so what do you want me to do? I can’t truly be a part of your family when your mother hates my guts.”

Francis brushed her messy hair aside and said, “Well, my mother is an old lady, and she has her own old-fashioned ideas. That do