Zoren's wife, Penelope Bennet, was someone he had never met while she was alive. How could his grandmother have met her? Even so, given Old Mrs. Pierson's condition, his fabricated marriage was the only thing that brought her happiness, no matter how many times he repeated the story.
"Tell me more about her!" Old Mrs. Pierson urged. "Or are you tired of repeating yourself?"
"No." Zoren moved his chair closer to the bed, holding her wrinkled hand between his own. "Penelope… she's brilliant. She has several Ph.D.s and was part of a research team working on miracle drugs."
"Oh!" Old Mrs. Pierson's eyes lit up. "Renren, she's a genius! I knew it! My granddaughter-in-law is amazing! What else?"
"She's from a good family, and despite her tight schedule, she always made time for her loved ones."
"What a filial daughter," she said with pride.
"She is."
"Not only is she beautiful and smart, but she's also kind."