Old Mr. Quintin watched them depart and took a seat in the spot Estelle had just vacated. With a chuckle, he said, "Looks like it's
for the long haul. Realize that sooner, and savethe headache!"
Old Mr. Jarvis, busy setting up the chessboard, replied calmly, "We're not even sure that Evelyn is Vivian's daughter. Aren't you
getting a bit ahead of yourself?"
Old Mr. Quintin's expression grew serious. "It's been over twenty years. If Evelyn isn't, do you really think | can ever find Nana
again?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Hmph," Mr. Jarvis grunted. "So, what? You're planning to just go along with a mistake?"
Old Mr. Quintin frowned. "What mistake? At this point, there's at least a fifty-fifty shot that Evelyn is my granddaughter. No, I'd say
it's more like eighty percent."
Sighing, Old Mr. Jarvis said, "I just don't want you to end up disappointed."
Old Mr. Quintin waved his hand dismissively. "After all these years, I've had my fair share of disappointment. Evelyn's a poor kid
too, just like you said. If it turns out we're wrong, well, then we're wrong, and that's not so bad."
"As long as you cane to terms with it!"
"You should give my suggestion sthought. Our families uniting through marriage—I trust your boy, Gabriel, and Evelyn seems
like a fine girl. If Gabriel settles down with a wife, maybe he'll finally put down roots," Old Mr. Quintin said with a smile.
Old Mr. Jarvis made a move on the board. "That's assuming Evelyn is even interested."
"Don't givethat polite nonsense!" Old Mr. Quintin said, half-annoyed.
"It's not nonsense. Evelyn might not be interested in Gabriel, no matter how good a catch he is!"
"And what if Nana likes the idea?" Old Mr. Quintin raised an eyebrow.
Old Mr. Jarvis looked at the chessboard and nodded. "If Evelyn agrees, I'll speak for Gabriel."
"Then there's no problem!" Old Mr. Quintin exclaimed, placing a black piece triumphantly among the white.
Gabriel drove Estelle and Evelyn to the mall.
Stepping into a high-end boutique, Estelle picked out several outfits for Evelyn, who was taken aback by the price tags. Tugging at
Estelle's sleeve, she whispered, "These are too expensive. | don't have that much money."
—— The price is only 1/4 of what others charge —
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