The atmosphere in the rest room became suddenly warm and harmonious.
Amelia Clarke's sweet "Grandma," went straight to the heart of Madam Moreland.
Madam Moreland's somewhat cloudy old eyes filled with a mist, and she responded with a loud and solemn "Ah."
The more she looked at Amelia Clarke, the more she liked her from the bottom of her heart.
She had only one grandson, Owen Moreland, and the responsibility to carry on the Moreland family line rested entirely on his shoulders, yet, to her distress, he showed no interest in marrying, and hadn't even had a woman in his life, which upset her so much she had indigestion by day and wiped away tears at night.
She had once worried that there might be something wrong with her eldest grandson, had hinted to Owen Moreland, openly and secretly, to visit a hospital to get checked, but he always pretended not to understand. She was at her wits' end with him.
