Sigmund and Bonnie continued playing chess until the afternoon when Ivor returned. The latter noticed how tired his grandfather looked and said, “Grandpa, I know you love playing chess with Bonnie, but you have a condition. You can’t sit for so long and need to move.”
Bonnie felt helpless, saying, “I told Grandpa that more than ten times now, but he just wouldn’t listen to me.”
“We’ll have one last match, okay? I’ll stroll around the garden after that.” Sigmund knew they were right and that they were just concerned for him. So, he dared not ask Bonnie to continue playing.
“We’ll be around for a good while, Grandpa. You’ll have plenty of chances to play chess with Bonnie. There’s no rush, ”Ivor took the chess piece from Sigmund and said, “You don’t need another match. Time to walk around.”
Sigmund could not help but grumble, “You won’t even let me play one more? How petty are you?”
“You can call me petty all you want, but playing chess is not as important as your health.” Ivor looked at Alfred and ordered, “Please take Grandpa to the garden.”
“Right away, Mr. Ivor,” Alfred responded before approaching Sigmund. “Come on, Mr. Sigmund.”
Although reluctant, Sigmund had no choice but to leave. He pouted and grunted in frustration as he followed Alfred to the garden.
Bonnie watched as he left and thought he looked somewhat adorable. Then, she looked at Ivor and asked, “You could’ve let him play one more round. Why’d you take his chess piece away? Don’t you see how mad you made him?”
“I know my grandfather well. He’ll want another match if he isn’t satisfied with how it ends. Then, he’ll keep asking for a rematch. There’s no such thing as a last round for him.” Ivor tossed the chess piece on the table and added, “Taking this away from Grandpa was the only way.”
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