As she entered her grandson’s room, Grandma May noticed that Mrs. Lane had just emerged from her own.
“Go, go, go!” Grandma May urged Mrs. Lane to leave. “I can’t hear anything. Zack’s room must be soundproof. I strained to listen but couldn’t catch a thing.”
“Is it possible that nothing happened between Mr. Zachary and the missus, which is why you didn’t hear anything?” Mrs. Lane queried.
Grandma May was left speechless. Considering her grandson’s nature, she replied with disappointment, “What a waste of my acting skills. Tonight was the perfect opportunity, yet the brat didn’t seize it. Sigh. Why does my grandson have to be so unromantic and clueless?”
Serenity would be shopping for a bed at dawn, making it difficult for Grandma May to entice her into Zachary’s room.
“Old Mrs. York, you can’t rush this. You know how Mr. Zachary can be. Besides, they aren’t in love yet. They’ll consummate the marriage when the time is right, without your interference.”
“I just feel anxious for them,” Grandma May confessed.
“Good things come to those who wait,” Mrs. Lane advised.
Grandma May responded, “…Cecilia, you’re quite honest, aren’t you?”
Feeling defeated, Grandma May left Mrs. Lane and retreated to her room.
Mrs. Lane mumbled to herself, “I’m an honest woman, so of course, I speak the truth.”
She glanced at Mr. Zachary’s room, reflecting on the progress made by allowing the missus into his bedroom.
Building a relationship takes time; there are no shortcuts or easy ways around it.
Mrs. Lane believed that Old Mrs. York was unnecessarily worked up. It often took time for Mr. Zachary to connect with anyone, so rushing was pointless.
Returning to her room, Mrs. Lane drifted off to sleep and dreamt about the missus.
After giving birth to a baby girl, Old Mrs. York was overjoyed and rewarded the mother with five hundred million dollars, which left her in shock.