Ophelia seemed to be in high spirits. When Hendrix walked in, he overheard her excitedly chatting with someone, her hearty laughter filling the room.

Grant was the first to notice him. He smiled and said, "Mr. Freeman is back."

Hendrix gave a brief nod in acknowledgment, then turned his attention to Ophelia waved enthusiastically at him. "Come and take a look at this." "What is it?"

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Hendrix's smile remained for a moment, but it faded slightly when his eyes landed on the tablet screen. "What do you think of this one? She's the Johnson family's daughter. Last time, she was at..."

"Why are you looking at these things?" Hendrix asked as he straightened up, clearly uninterested. "What are you saying? Naturally, I'm looking for a potential granddaughter-in-law. Look. I was saying "I'm not thinking about that for now," Hendrix cut her off

"I didn't say you had to get married now! I'm just asking you to take a look. And if there's someone suitable, you can get to know them first before getting engaged," Ophelia protested.

"This time, we need to be more careful. We can't end up with someone like Noelle again. That was truly a mistake.

Hendrix's brows furrowed involuntarily. "Why are you suddenly bringing up Noelle again?"

"Am I wrong? I heard she had an improper relationship with that adoptive father of hers. It makes sense now why she so easily agreed to divorce-she must've been guilty."

Hendrix's expression darkened. "Who told you this?"

Ophelia picked up on the shift immediately, and she narrowed her eyes. "What's wrong? You seem upset."noveldrama

"I'm not upset, but that's already a matter concerning someone who's no longer part of our lives. There's no need to listen to those kinds of stories anymore. And you shouldn't bother with the people who bring them up in front of you, either," Hendrix said.

"Well.. I suppose you're right. But Sandy means well. She comes by every day to chat with me, just trying to keep me company. She must've let something slip, that's all. Don't misinterpret her intentions," Ophelia explained.

Hendrix furrowed his brow but merely nodded.

"Don't change the subject. I'm talking about finding a potential granddaughter-in-law," Ophelia continued, handing the tablet back to him. "Take a look. Don't worry. Eve picked women of good character this time. What happened with Noelle won't happen again."

"I already said I'm not thinking about this for now."

"You're just..." Ophelia seemed ready to say more, but a mad entered with a food container before she could.

"Mrs. Freeman Senior, Ms. Sandra dropped by and left this for you," the maid said.

"Where is she?"

"She already left."

"Why did she leave? Go and bring her back immediately!"

Ophelia suddenly became anxious. Not only did she instruct the maid, but she also gave Hendrix a shove for good

measure.

Left with no choice, Hendrix stepped outside. He spotted Sandra just as she was about to get into her car. "Sandra.

When Sandra heard his voice, she quickly stopped. Then, she slowly looked up with red-rimmed eyes. "Rix...

Hendrix stood at the top of the stairs. "Grandma wants you to come in."

"L.. It's fine. I just wanted to bring something for her. I probably won't be able to come by as often anymore."

When Sandra finished speaking, Hendrix didn't respond immediately.

Sandra bit her lip and couldn't hold back any longer. "Rix, I'm getting engaged. Did you know that?"