The Old Man felt that he couldn't even face Scarlett Glenn, "I was far too wrong, Scarlett... come back to live here, Grandfather wants to make it up to you, I hope you can give me that chance, okay?"
Scarlett Glenn looked down at her fingers, indeed, the Old Man wasn't wrong. Even if they were relatives, how long had they been together? Merely a few tens of days.
Even with relatives, feelings need to be cultivated.
Scarlett Glenn raised her head and smiled, "If you really want to make it up to me, I hope you can do me a favor."
The Old Man finally saw a glimmer of hope, "You say... Grandfather will certainly help you, not just one, any number will do."
Scarlett Glenn said, "Fristy Davis is awake now, I want you to go and say a few words to her."
"Say what?"
Scarlett Glenn told the Old Man what to say, "Just say it as I told you."
The Old Man nodded, "Okay, I got it. When should I say it? Can I do it now?"
