"You don't need a wedding; Grandmother can buy you wedding candies right now," Grace Yakov said, turning her head to instruct the Butler to fetch some. The Little Princess was at a loss immediately.
Seeing this, Chester Yale immediately turned to look at Harry, who had been focused on his puzzle and hadn't paid any attention to them.
He negotiated with him through eye contact.
The next second, Harry dropped his puzzle and lunged toward Grace Yakov.
"Grandmother, I heard there are Flower Children at weddings. King Harry wants to be a Flower Child."
"..." Grace Yakov was stunned, turning to look at her grandchildren clinging to her.
Candies could be bought, but being a Flower Child was not something one could casually assume.
"How about Grandmother makes you a Flower Child next month?" Grace Yakov embraced Harry, kissed his delicate little face, and then looked coldly at Chester Yale and Evelyn Sherman across from her.
