The Old Master cleared his throat, forcing a smile. "We brought fruits. Old Gao sent mangoes from the Philippines. Sweet ones."
He looked at Amelia fondly. "Come. Serve Grandpa the tea you made."
Amelia giggled softly, relief finally reaching her eyes as she complied.
"So," the Old Madam asked after sipping, "have you decided on the wedding date?"
"Yes, Grandma," Kendrick replied. "The eighth of next month."
"So soon?" she smiled. "Can everything be prepared?"
"Don't worry, Grandma. Everything will be ready," Kendrick assured her confidently.
"Good, good," the Old Madam said, sipping her tea with satisfaction.
At the Lin Residence
Chaos.
Absolute chaos.
Mr. Lin paced the living room like a trapped beast. Mrs. Lin sat rigid on the sofa, phone clutched tightly in her hands.
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