Rosalyn didn't roll out of bed until half past eight.
Coincidentally, as she was leaving the house, she bumped into Paige, who was coming down from upstairs.
"Morning," Paige said, yawning.
"Morning."
The two of them went downstairs together.
Granny Owens was in the living room, preparing for her class. Upon seeing them, she immediately ushered them into the dining room and brought over a bowl of Morel mushroom soup.
Once she sat down, she turned her gaze towards Paige, as if she had something she wanted to say.
Realizing her curiosity, Rosalyn candidly said, "Granny Owens, she knows. If you have anything to ask, just shoot."
"Does she know..." Granny Owens seemed a bit embarrassed. "I just wanted to ask if you've found Isis's parents?"
"We have." Rosalyn nodded.
After that, she told Granny Owens everything that had happened the day before.
"Ah, I've heard before that her family's financial situation is average, mostly because they have so many children. They've had several sons and finally a daughter, but who would've thought..."
"No wonder Granny Ramay was so mad she needed her nitroglycerin pills." Paige muttered under her breath.
In that era, especially in places where boys were favored over girls, families that adored their daughters this much were few and far between.
All in all, Grant deserved all the blame!
"You two, be extremely careful when dealing with these matters. Grant may be old, but he's always been ruthless." Granny Owens voiced her worries.
Rosalyn gave a smile.
"Granny Owens, look at that." Rosalyn pointed towards the restaurant's floor-to-ceiling window where Mike was talking with Abelson: "He alone can take down ten; if they're like Grant, a hundred would be no problem!"
Granny Owens chuckled at her joke.
"If there were a hundred Grants, what would we do?"
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