When Carl referred to "being one of us," Grandpa Cromwell found it quite strange. "Since when did you start considering anyone one of your own?"
"Grandpa Cromwell, right now, just like you, my life is in the little miracle doctor's hands." Carl flicked his sleeve with a nonchalant gesture. "Naturally, I must know my place."
Grandpa Cromwell couldn't tell if he was being sincere or not.
This young man from the Jenkins family was always secretive and elusive. On the surface, he appeared frail and sickly, but in reality, he had many hidden depths.
Grandpa Cromwell had also considered whether his decision to arrange a marriage between Carl and Little Seven years ago had been right.
To be honest, the boy was flawless in appearance—none of the young women in their circle could resist him.
