The driver said, "Mrs. Fame, we've arrived, but... the security has stopped us."
Lissy Lock just smiled, this was the result she had expected.
She rolled down the window, looked up at the security officer who had stopped her: "Why can't I go in?"
"Miss, hello. Mr. Jim Fame hasn't been well these days, he's not able to receive guests."
Lissy Lock replied, indifferent: "So, you're saying I'm a guest?"
"No, not at all, Miss. You're family. But considering your current esteemed state, Mr. Fame is afraid that you might catch some germs from him, and that wouldn't be good."
"I'm fine, I want to see Grandpa."
"It would be better not to, Miss. Whatever you want to say, I can pass the message to Mr. Fame. Or, you could call him yourself, that would also work."
Lissy Lock smiled, her feelings concealed: "You wouldn't know, would you? Grandpa has been refusing to take my calls."
The security guard smiled awkwardly: "Miss, I think it's best if you go back."
