Chapter 967
Grandma May admonished Liberty, “Your sister and you need to learn how to leverage the York family name for your own gain. If you allow me to arrange for those boys to visit and support your restaurant, I promise your business will thrive.”
If all nine young masters of the York family came here for breakfast, it would serve as a powerful advertisement.
Nevertheless, Liberty declined the offer.
“Nana, we want to be self-reliant. My aunt is always saying she wants to help me, but if I refuse, it will only increase the pressure on Seren.”
“Have you eaten yet? We can share a meal together if you don’t mind.”
Liberty had fed her son first and had not yet eaten herself.
Grandma May replied candidly, “I’ve tried all kinds of food before. Of course, I wouldn’t mind dining with you; in fact, I’d love to.”
She was accustomed to lavish meals, but a change would be refreshing.
Liberty brought out a plate of spaghetti she had prepared, saying sheepishly, “I only made spaghetti because I thought it would just be Sonny and me eating.”
It was a simple dish of spaghetti and meatballs.
Grandma May responded, “Oh, come on! You know me well enough. I wouldn’t have come over at this hour if I didn’t want to have lunch with you.”
She went to fetch a bowl for herself.
Grounded and practical, Grandma May’s temperament was one Liberty appreciated greatly. Since Grandma May wasn’t bothered by the modest meal, Liberty felt no embarrassment either.
The three of them were seated at the table for lunch when the store door swung open.
“Sonny, I bought you a… Grandma May?”
Duncan had purchased another large windmill for Sonny and called out his name as he entered. However, upon seeing Grandma May, he immediately froze and felt an inexplicable sense of guilt. He then attempted to turn and flee.
“Duncan, why are you running away from me?”
Duncan paused, turned around, and re-entered the store. He smiled and said, “Grandma May, I’m not running away from you. I just suddenly remembered that I left my phone in the car and was going back to get it.”
Grandma May looked at his trouser pocket. “Isn’t that your phone right there?”
Duncan touched his pants and chuckled. “Oh, you’re right! My memory seems to be fading as I age. I can’t even remember that my phone is in my pocket.”
“Don’t talk about being old in front of me. Are you as old as I am?”
Duncan smiled sheepishly.
Liberty asked, “Have you eaten, Mr. Lewis?”
There was hardly enough food for Grandma May since she didn’t eat much.
If Duncan joined them, Liberty would have to cook again.
“If he hasn’t eaten at this hour, then he deserves to be hungry.”
Duncan was taken aback. “I’ve eaten, Liberty. You and Grandma May take your time with your meal. Sonny, I bought you another windmill.”
He handed the windmill to Sonny, speaking in an affectionate tone.
Sonny glanced at the windmill and continued eating.
Duncan only knew how to buy windmills for him—either large or small ones.
The windmills Duncan bought weren’t as captivating as the food in Sonny’s bowl. “Duncan, Sonny is a very clever boy.”
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