'This is the right time to tell her grandpa about her son," Bella thought while she looked at the door to ensure it was closed tightly so no one would overhear what she was about to say.
"There's something I want to tell you, Grandpa."
"Yes, but let's move to the seating area. Sitting here for too long makes me feel like I'm really a sick patient," Old Donovan chuckled.
Bella agreed and followed her grandfather to the seating area. She was amazed to see him still walking straight despite being in his late seventies. He could pass for someone in their late sixties if it weren't for his wrinkled face and white hair.
Donovan sat on the sofa, staring at Bella. "What do you want to tell me?"
"I want to introduce someone to you, Grandpa," Bella said while flashing her warm smile, remembering her son Dax.
However, just before Bella wanted to continue her sentence, she was stunned to see her grandfather's saddened expression.
