Seeing Gerard cuddling a scruffy cat, J frowned slightly, about to say something, but then, biting her tongue, she swallowed her words.


    Oh well!


    If the boy likes it, let him be. They had just had a spat earlier that day, and she couldn''t afford to start another over a mere cat. Simba was behaving


    well, cuddled in Gerard''s arms, remaining still. Before long, the car pulled up to the entrance of the Lindsay family estate.


    Gerard handed the cat to the butler, "Mr. Jenkins, could you please have someone give it a bath, buy some cat stuff, and then bring it to my room?"


    "Of course.”


    Taking the cat, the butler asked, "Master Gerard, are you nning to keep it?"


    Gerard frowned slightly, looking away in disdain, "Who would want to keep such an ugly cat?"


    The butler thought, bewildered: If you''re not keeping it. why the bath, the buying things, and sending it to your room?


    When Delia saw Mr. Jenkins and J bring Gerard back, she immediately called Edna to get ready. After Gerard returned to his room, J


    personally brought him some anti-swelling medicine.


    "Thank you, Grandma."


    Seeing Gerard was not angry with her anymore, J smiled, saying, "Silly boy, there''s no need to be formal with Grandma!"


    He was indeed the child she had raised. Still close to her heart.


    Then J continued, "Today, Grandma didn''t mean to... When I heard about that thing, my mind just went nk, and all I could think of was your


    late great-aunt..."


    "Grandma, I understand," Gerard nodded, "I get it."


    "There, there, good boy. Grandma''s care wasn''t for nothing," J''s eyes were filled with relief.


    After leaving Gerard''s room, J had someone prepare ginseng soup for Gerard and specifically instructed the kitchen to prepare many of Gerard''s


    favorite snacks.


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    "Uncle, what''s up?" Anthea looked up slightly.


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    "What time in the afternoon?" Anthea asked.


    "At 3:30."


    Anthea nodded slightly, "Okay." Then added, "Uncle, maybe you should really start learning English? What if I''m busy next time?"


    "You''re right, Annie! I''ll start studying English from today!" Nanson''s gaze then fell on the table in front of Anthea, curiously asking, "Annie, what''s


    that?"


    "Our family''s vacuum robot, you don''t recognize it?" Anthea raised an eyebrow slightly.


    Vacuum robot? It looked nothing like one. More like a dismembered piece of machinery than anything...


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