  &quot;Okay. I will be right back&quot; he said, before leaving.
  &quot;You love him.&quot;
  &quot;Pardon?&quot; Mitchell said, turning to look at his grandmother. She didn t realize her eyes had been fixed on Michael walking away.
  &quot;I said you love him,&quot; Emily repeated
  She smiled. &quot;Is it so obvious?&quot; She asked.
  &quot;To a woman like me, it is.&quot; She answered softy
  Mitchell smiled. Then shrugged.
  &quot;He adores you,&quot; Emily said.
  &quot;You think so?&quot; Mitchell asked.
  He is my grandson and I know him better than anyone else. I have never seen him look that pleased. Not since he was a kid.
  Mitchell narrowed her eyes in surprise. &quot;That long?&quot;
  &quot;Yes,&quot; Emily answered, placing her hand on Mitchell s. Please be patient with him. He is not as mean and unkind as he wants the world to believe. He has only been alone and lonely

  &quot;And now they are back. For what again? She thought.
  &quot;Michael is the village philanthropist,&quot; His grandmother said, breaking into her thoughts. He built the hospital, school, and company we have in this village. He was the one who brought all these social amenities to the village. The roads were his doing too. But he doesn t like people to know about what he does.
  &quot;He did all that?&quot; She asked calmly. She was already getting used to finding out things that say quite the opposite of who she thought Michael to be. Who he wants people to think he is.
  &quot;Yes. He said that s his way of giving back to his village and its people&quot; His grandmother said
  &quot;Giving back?&quot; Mitchell thought. She could almost swear; he didn t like the village that treated him like an outcast. A village that wasn t very friendly to him but still, he had thought to give b

  &quot;I won t be far away,&quot; He finally said, kissing her softly on her forehead. 
  Mitchell nodded.
  Michael turned to his grandmother and smiled. &quot;Don t make the interrogative session too long,&quot; he said, kissing her cheek before walking away to attend to his staff.
  &quot;........finally, it was agreed that shipping some new mercenary would be the best option for now.&quot; His construction manager was saying,
  Michael nodded. His mind was barely with them, but with the lady sitting some few feet away from them with a gray hair older woman. When he left, they seemed suddenly engrossed in an intense discussion. It almost didn t look like the questioning and answer he had left them to and now both were laughing intermittently. 
  Michael was relieved, though he hadn t doubted that Mitchell would do well and that his grandmother would accept her, still, he had held on 

&quot;Okay. I will be right back&quot; he said, before leaving.
  &quot;You love him.&quot;
  &quot;Pardon?&quot; Mitchell said, turning to look at his grandmother. She didn t realize her eyes had been fixed on Michael walking away.
  &quot;I said you love him,&quot; Emily repeated
  She smiled. &quot;Is it so obvious?&quot; She asked.
  &quot;To a woman like me, it is.&quot; She answered softy
  Mitchell smiled. Then shrugged.
  &quot;He adores you,&quot; Emily said.
  &quot;You think so?&quot; Mitchell asked.
  He is my grandson and I know him better than anyone else. I have never seen him look that pleased. Not since he was a kid.
  Mitchell narrowed her eyes in surprise. &quot;That long?&quot;
  &quot;Yes,&quot; Emily answered, placing her hand on Mitchell s. Please be patient with him. He is not as mean and unkind as he wants the world to believe. He has only been alone and lonely for far too long to appreciate others. I couldn t be gladder he d chosen a lady like you. 

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