“Have you received any news from Ethan?” Ethan’s Grandpa, Benjamin asked. “No,” his wife, Agnes, replied. “He should be busy chasing after the skirts of noble ladies like I told him he should be doing. Both of us are not getting any younger, I’d like to at least hold my great grandson before I kick the bucket.” Benjamin shook his head helplessly before opening the newspaper on his lap. “I already taught him all of my moves,” Benjamin stated. “As long as he uses them, he will definitely bring a nice lady home in no time at all. By the way, I thought you were rooting for Chloe? Did you change your mind?” Agnes, who was busy knitting a scarf, paused for a bit and glanced at her husband. “Well, I’m still rooting for them, but Chloe has gone to ‘you-know-where’,” Agnes replied. “She might

