Lilian laughed at her grandson's words. Then her wrinkled hand caressed his baby's cheek, "My dear Marcel, I am on my old age. I don't know how long I can accompany you in this world. All I want is that when the time for me to leave finally comes, I could go in peace because I see that you already have a partner by your side. I'd be very happy to see you have someone who can take care of you and share the love with you."
"You know that I don't like it when you talk about death," Marcel smiled faintly as he groaned.
"I don't like it either, honey. But death does happen. And fate can't be prevented." Lillian replied.
Suddenly a moustachioed waiter with a shining bald head approached their table, "Good evening Mr Douglas. There are four women who said they were joining this table. One of them has the name Emma Hilland. If that's true, then I will escort them get over here." He said politely.
"They are. Please take them here. Thank you." Marcel nodded.
