Chapter Seven

Memories flooded once again but he was able to control himself this time as he made his way to the table.

But even before he could get to draw the chair out, Olive helped him with it.

"You came alone. Aren't you afraid that I might want to do something to you? Even if it might, I would be facing the law?"

"The only thing that I know about you is that you have a good heart. I have always wanted to meet you all this while."

"Wished that you had noticed this good heart earlier." He noted but without a frown.

A smile hovered on the lips of his grandfather.

If there was anything that he wanted for that night, it was the fact that he did not want the discussion to storm off in that direction.

"I think we should eat first." He finally averted the discussion.

"Okay."

The meal was brought and George had to try as much as he could for his stomach not to disgrace him with the rumbling sound.

And hopefully, it didn't. No matter how hungry he was, he had never thrown away his manners.

Continue to read this book on the App