Chapter 77
An old lady was standing at the bronze carved gate. She was nearly seventy, but still full of vigor.
As the car door opened, she strode over, gave Mark an affectionate hug, and patted him on the shoulder. “It has been a long time, Mark.”
A gentle look replaced the deadpan face of Mark. “How are you doing all these days, Ms. Moore?”
“I am great. I can even carry a rock on my back.” The old lady’s voice suddenly turned into that of a whining child. “You never come to see me. Did you forget me and not miss me anymore?”
“Of course, I miss you. You know what, I have brought your favorite prunes. Do you want it?” Mark embraced the old lady in his arms and coaxed her gently.
“Yeah.” The old lady snuggled in his arms like a child.
Summer looked on with her jaw dropping to the ground. She did not expect to see that the old lady could be so lovely.
And Mark’s attitude toward this old lady was nothing like how he treated Yvette and Gordon.
“Are the prunes still with you, Mrs. Valentine?”
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