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    Mandy waited for Nathan''s response but did not receive any.


    At MC Garden


    "Mand! Oh, grandpa''s baby is here too!" Stanley''s grin stretched from ear to ear when he saw Mandy


    arrived with Adrian.


    "Hello, grandpa," Adrian called sweetly.


    Madeline was in the middle of stirring the meal she was cooking when the adorable voice of the child


    reached her ears. She put down the spat at once and trotted out of the kitchen, a delighted look on


    her face. "Adrian!"


    "Hello, grandma!"


    Adrian was no stranger to the elderly couple. Nathan had often taken him for a visit and, from their very


    first meeting, asked him to call them grandparents.


    Nathan, however, did not tell them of the boy''s true identity. Not that he was afraid that Madeline and


    Stanley would fight over the boy, they could dote on their grandchild all they wanted. But, he was


    concerned that Adrian would remind them of their daughter. After all, when Mandy had left him, she left


    her parents too.


    "Father," Mandy greeted with a slight smile.


    "Grandpa, have you been in good health these days?"


    Stanley bent over and picked Adrian up. Cradling him in his arms, he walked towards the table by the


    French window. The boy''s question sent him roaring inughter and, with a pat on his chubby thighs,


    he asked, "Who taught you to say that?"


    "Mom and dad taught me this," Adrian dered proudly, sitting down with his legs crossed. His back


    was ramrod straight as he readied himself to battle with his grandfather in a round of Go.


    "Where''s your father?" At the mention of the word dad, Stanley looked around and found that Nathan


    did note.


    "He has to work overtime tonight," Mandy piped in, a bit too hastily to pass for unconcerned.


    Just then, Madeline came back from the kitchen, carrying a bowl of fish stew. She stopped mid-stride


    and deliberately took a detour, stopping in front of Mandy. She scrutinized her daughter''s expression,


    who was lounging on the sofa and ying with her phone. "Did you fight with him?"


    Noticing her mother''s using gaze that was raking her from head to toe, Mandy grabbed the bag of


    chips in front of her in protest. She ripped the packet open and said unhappily, "Mom, look at me. I''m


    an adult now. Why do you still take me as a trouble maker? Nathan and I are fine."


    Unconvinced, the older woman crossed her arms and stared at Mandy for a full three seconds before


    she conceded, "All right. I know you''re very stubborn and will never admit it. Just remember, be gentle


    to Nathan. Don''t mess with him so often. Do you understand?"


    "I know," Mandy said with a deep sigh, offering little else by way of an answer. She was starting to get


    annoyed by the nagging.


    "What? Do you find me annoying?" Madeline snapped, her eyes squinting.


    As always, the woman saw through Mandy at a nce. Age had done nothing to blunt her mother''s


    perceptiveness, and Mandy could never hide her real thoughts from her. It was the main reason why,


    among all the family members, she feared Madeline the most.


    "No, mom. I dare not. I''m starving, can we eat now?" Mandy asked huffily and tossed her phone aside


    in a fit. On top of her mother''s inquisition, she did not know which client Nathan had gone to see earlier.


    The man had been ignoring her since this afternoon, which kindled her fretful temper.


    "Why are you being so childish? Look at your son. He is even more patient than you. Okay, if you are


    hungry, let''s go and eat. Come and wash your hands!" Madeline mumbled, unwilling to stop.


    Mandy had regretteding over. Her mother''s yammering had extinguished her ns for a rxing


    visit. She had not foreseen that Madeline would grill her as soon as they came.


    Meanwhile, the grandpa and grandson duo were silently engaged in their game, detached from the


    women''s chatter. Adrian was holding a white pawn and considering his next move carefully. When he


    heard Mandy call them for dinner, he put the piece down quickly and said, "Grandpa, I''ll leave it here.


    After dinner, we can continue ying."


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    "Okay, let''s have dinner first," Stanley agreed and reached out to rub the boy''s hair.


    Throughout dinner, Mandy talked with Stanley. Between her parents, Mandy felt that she was more


    simr to her father. When he was younger, Stanley was very polite and, with the handsome


    appearance of a modest son, attracted many female students. But he only took a fancy to the stubborn


    and moody Madeline. A stark contrast from her husband''s gentle demeanor, Madeline had always


    been blunt and would say whatever she wanted to say. It was a good thing that as they matured, she


    mellowed and became a tad more reserved.


    Ever since they got married, the two had maintained a good rtionship. It had been too long since


    they got caught in a conflict. They had built such sturdy ground that picking a fight with each other had


    be their way of disying affection.


    The sky was already dark by the time dinner had finished. One after another,mp posts along the


    streets lit up, illuminating the night that had gradually shrouded the whole city.


    Mandy and Madeline sat on the sofa. Madeline had just presented the two sweaters she made for


    Adrian, who squealed delightfully in return. He held tightly onto the one designed with a panda in the


    middle and refused to let go, insisting on wearing it.


    "Why are you going to wear a sweater on such a hot day? You will not wear it today. Wait till the


    weather has turned colder, okay?" Mandy said with a chuckle. Her motherly love and tenderness


    reflected in her eyes.


    "No, mom! Please let me try it tonight," Adrian pleaded, too fond of the sweater.


    Mandy''s lips pursed in objection. She did not know where Adrian inherited his stubbornness. Whenever


    he liked something, it was impossible to persuade him to change his mind. In the end, Mandy


    compromised and let him try on the sweater.


    It was early autumn. Putting on a sweater was akin to drinking hot water under the scorching sun. But


    Adrian liked his grandma''s gift so much that he did notin about the high temperature at all. He


    wore the fluffy knit and ran around the hall, the sound of his merryughter echoing in the living room.


    Seeing Adrian''s beaming face, a memory from one winter day three years ago resurfaced in Mandy''s


    mind. She had also made a scarf for Nathan herself.


    When Nathan received the scarf, he was so excited to wear it and refused to take it off, just like his


    son. Perhaps it was true what others said that men were just taller versions of children. Warmth filled


    inside Mandy at the thought of her husband and child, and her soft lips curved into a delicate smile.


    "Adrian,e here. I''ll take a picture of you." Mandy pulled her son over, who was foolishly grinning as


    he walked closer.


    His face turned red from running around, and ayer of sweat clung to his entire body.


    Mandy took a picture with her phone and noticed that it was already half-past eight.


    "It''s gettingte. We should go home now," Mandy said, reaching out to help the boy take off his little


    panda sweater.