"Grandpa, you should know that God will bless you for saving a life." Yvonne smiled and held his arm. "You've been doing good all your life. You can't just ignore that because of me."

Old Jim furrowed his brows. "That old hag likes to bully you so much, yet you still want me to save her. Won't that just enable her to think that she can do whatever she likes to us?"

"No, you can't think of it that way," Yvonne persuaded. "If you really save her life, she'll think of you as her savior. Do you think she'll dare be rude to you in the future?"

Old Jim stroked his beard and thought for a while. "What you said makes sense. By then, we'll make sure she can't do anything to us, no matter how badly she wants to!"

Yvonne clapped her hands. "That's right!"

Old Jim was delighted by the thought. "Alright, we'll do as you say!" "But," he looked at Yvonne slyly and continued, "if you were to treat her yourself, wouldn't that drive her even crazier?"

Yvonne was speechless. The cheeky old man!

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