"You've done more than enough. No wonder PB loves you so much. You're the best grandmother a grandchild could ask for." Emma gripped the wrinkly hand. "Hm.. The stew is delicious. No wonder PB likes it so much."
"Oh.. Marcel doesn't really like this stew. He prefers seafood soup to beef," Lillian said.
Emma frowned, "Oh.. But I think I heard that this is your grandson's favourite dish so you cook it every New Year's Eve."
Lilian nodded, but her face turned sad, "That's my grandson's favourite. But not Marcel. This stew is my first grandson's favourite. His name is Jack. He is Marcel's older brother."
"Marcel has a brother? Doesn't he live in Handway?" Emma asked with a slightly surprised face.
"My Jack doesn't live here anymore. He already lives in a much nicer place, with his parents." Lilian answered by pointing up.
