Roselyn suddenly understood. "It's Ocelotte! Your grandmother has been talking about him all the time."

Molly forced a smile.

Roselyn didn't think this child seemed sweet at all. Although she was close to Molly and her grandmother, she had always been hired to do the work, so she didn't dare to say too much.

Molly returned to her room and changed back into her clothes, thinking about her conversation with Roselyn.

Grandmother knew about Ocelotte.

When Molly and her grandmother were at their lowest point, barely surviving, she would tell her grandmother stories every day.

Molly said there was a very good boy named Ocelotte, who had gone abroad to study. When he returned, he would be with Molly, and the family would have one more person.

Though her grandmother couldn't see anymore, every time she heard about Ocelotte, she would unconsciously smile.

Ocelotte, such a beautiful name.

…

Molly finished washing up and went to her grandmother's room.

After she started earning mone