Gladys came back to her senses and said, “She’s looking after her kid. Let me get her now.”

Archibald nodded in response.

It just so happened that Lorian wanted to drink milk at that moment. So, Gwynn carried him out to the living room. The moment she saw the old man, she lost her composure.

The milk bottle fell from her hand and onto the floor, rolling a few inches away before it stopped.

Walking over, he bent down and picked it up. “I’m going to have to wash it before the boy could drink the milk.”

Gwynn was still stunned, but Gladys had regained her senses. She stammered, “I-I can’t possibly ask you to do it. I’ll take it, Mr. Archibald. I’ll wash it.”

However, he had already found his way to the kitchen. He washed the milk bottle and said, “I used to wash Anderson’s when he was young. The little boy’s name is Lorian, I believe. Why, I can’t possibly play favorites, considering that I’m his grandpa!”

Gladys felt as if a thunderclap had struck her. She was shocked to the cor