Him crumbs would be sufficient for Old Mr. Hunt to live comfortably until his passing.
“Mike, John, please bring in the local produce for Serenity,” Old Mr. Hunt cheerfully instructed his grandson before turning to Serenity. “I brought you some local produce, Serenity. Don’t consider it tacky—it tastes like home. It was your parents’ favorite food back when they were around.”
Serenity furrowed her brows.
Hank had alerted her sister the previous night that the money-hungry wolves were in town. Serenity assumed their first stop would be York Corporation in search of Zachary. Knowing her grandfather, she imagined Old Mr. Hunt would eagerly embrace the role of a grandfather to the York heir.
“Thanks, but I can get my own food if I want it,” Serenity replied softly as she approached with a duster.
Old Mr. Hunt settled down behind the cash register. Serenity struck the duster against the table, startling the old man. Noticing the expression on Serenity’s face, Old Mr. Hunt hesitantly emerged from behind the cash register and pulled up a chair to sit. He said to Serenity, “Your grandma is doing well, Serenity. I don’t need to be with her all the time. I can manage the cash register for you. I’m old, so I can’t help with the heavy lifting, but I can handle the money.”
“That reminds me. Your uncles, cousins, and I haven’t had breakfast since we rushed over. Is there anything to eat in your shop? Can you make us something, or at least order us some takeaway?”
“Granddad, I ordered takeaway. The delivery should arrive any minute,” John chimed in.
Granddad had always been accustomed to giving Serenity orders, but now she was the wife of a wealthy heir. Since they had yet to reconcile their differences, there was no way Serenity would cook for them.
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