Madam Bishop knew about Adrian Grayson's condition. She accepted the gift box. "Adrian, this is my mother—she's your mother's grandmother."
Chloe's grandmother? Her mother's mother?
Adrian Grayson mulled over the connection, then turned and gave a small, formal bow to the old matriarch. The gesture was both polite and awkward.
Madam Bishop explained to the old matriarch, "Mom, this is the boy I told you about—Adrian."
The old matriarch certainly wouldn't hold a four-year-old child to any strict standards. She beamed at him. "So you're Adrian! No wonder Chloe's always praising you. What a good boy."
Adrian Grayson's eyes lit up. Chloe really praises me?
Seeing those bright eyes, the old matriarch felt even more fond of him. What a pity—for some reason, the child still couldn't speak.
