Piers' Mansion.
The old man looked at his promising grandson holding a stuffed doll and thought he was seeing things.
He pointed to Housekeeper Piers, "Go, bring me my reading glasses."
In a moment, the old man put on his reading glasses, and just as Brandon Piers approached, the old man confirmed he wasn't seeing things. His grandson was indeed holding a bright red stuffed doll. What's going on here?
"Brandon, this is…" Wasn't he supposed to go to Lincoln Pharmaceuticals? And now they're giving away stuffed dolls as gifts?
"Oh, a chubby little guy gave it to me." Brandon Piers said, even raising the doll in his hand.
Behind them, Abigail was stunned. When did she ever say she gifted it to him? And why must he call her "chubby"? Will he die if he doesn't?
The old man smelled a hint of pride behind his grandson's calm and handsome face. He glanced at the fox doll, then said approvingly, "Abigail has good taste. This little fox looks a bit like her, cute."
