Joaquin replied impatiently, “Mom, I already said it—if I still can’t win Aitana’s heart by the end of this year, I’ll be with Yuehua like you want.”
Mrs. Legare wanted to say more, but seeing her son’s annoyed expression, she held back.
She decided she would go talk to Dr. Pollock herself tomorrow.
Her son was so outstanding—why didn’t Dr. Pollock like him?
Compared to Joaquin’s frustration, Alex was in a great mood, humming to himself as he rode home. When he arrived, he saw the lights still on and figured his grandmother was there again.
He parked his electric scooter, grabbed his keys, and went inside. The household staff got off work at ten, so no one was there to greet him—but Alex never cared for formalities anyway.
Just as he expected, the old lady was sitting on the sofa, dozing off.
Alex sighed and walked over gently. “Grandma, why aren’t you sleeping in your room? You’re dozing here again. I told you not to wait for me.”
She woke up, rubbed her eyes, and smiled. “Alex, you’re back. Grandma was watching TV and got carried away by Morpheus.”