"No, Grandpa," Greta grabbed his sleeve. "I'm fine. I fell down on the way here and went to a clinic. That's why I'm late. I just saw the missed call. I'm sorry."
What else could George say?
"It's okay, I'm glad that you're fine. Oh, it's a pity that you didn't see Stewart Junior. He's really a good boy..." George sighed.
"Grandpa, you're going to set me up with that guy, aren't you?" Greta whispered.
George smiled awkwardly. He wanted to create an opportunity for his granddaughter and their family friends' son like what he did to Dylan and Savannah.
"Well, he is a boy from a military family, the son of my old friend. You can try to meet and know him first. I believe you'll have common interests and play together." George tried to persuade her.
Greta curled her lips.
How could ordinary people have common interests with her?
Her experience was quite different from that of other people.
