It’s a deal laid out in the open, nothing to be tangled up about.
Sierra Summers still remembers how she was almost entranced by Ethan Summers’ stories.
It’s really complicated.
Coming back this time to see Grandma, Sierra Summers was truly coming home.
The Jennings Family is one home for her, and the Summers Family is another.
In Sierra Summers’ memory, Grandma Jennings was someone who could do almost anything—cooking, gardening, even sewing clothes by herself.
And it seemed that time and age had hardly left any marks on her.
Describing Grandma Jennings as a beauty in twilight just doesn’t fit.
Sierra Summers dragged her suitcase, walking faster and faster, eager to see Grandma.
Straight ahead, then turn the corner.
The second house on the left.
The garden was in full bloom, and Sierra Summers’ lips curled into a smile as she quickened her pace, not noticing the man standing across the garden.
“Sierra?”
A voice both familiar and unfamiliar stopped her; she turned, puzzled, toward the sound.
The man stood in the backlight, dressed in casual clothes, with hands in pockets, his hair cropped short, and a clean, sunny face with a faint smile, “Oh, our little princess Sierra finally descended from her tower to the slums?”
Sierra Summers rolled her eyes, “Quentin Shaw?
I was wondering who it was.”
“Looking all proper, but it’s a pity about that mouth.” She turned her head, ignoring him as she walked back home, muttering.
Thus missing the way the man looked straight at her, restrained, yet deeply emotional.
Quentin Shaw’s gaze swept over the girl from head to toe, with restraint.
How come she’s gotten so skinny?
He spoke up, “So, since becoming a princess, you’ve also got a bird’s appetite?
Not eating anymore?
You’re as skinny as a chick.”
Sierra Summers paid him no mind, dragging her suitcase toward her home, while Quentin Shaw struck a pose, trying to look cool albeit in vain since Sierra didn’t look back.
He then moved forward to grab Sierra’s suitcase, “Let me carry it for you; you’re so scrawny now, your suitcase is heavier than you.”
With her suitcase taken away, Sierra Summers had to stop, hands on her hips, “Don’t you think you’re being childish?”
Quentin Shaw raised an eyebrow, grinning big, revealing his white teeth, “Not at all.”
Speechless.
Sierra Summers rolled her eyes at him, “Alright, there are gifts for you all in there anyway.”
After she said this, she saw the door in the garden open.
Like a little rabbit, Sierra Summers hopped over, joyfully rushing toward the elderly woman in sportswear, “Grandma!!
Sierra’s back!!”
“Grandma!
I’ve missed you so much!
Boohoo!”
“Oh my, Grandma, where did you get this tracksuit?!
I want one too!!”
“Grandma… sob…”
Sierra Summers hugged Grandma Jennings tightly, her eyes turning red.
She really wasn’t willing to leave Grandma Jennings, reluctant to part.
But Grandma Jennings said she could come whenever she wished to see her.
Sierra Summers wanted even more to bring Grandma Jennings back to live with her, and the Summers Family all agreed.
The Summers Family sincerely thanked Grandma Jennings, wanting to repay her but not knowing how.
Grandma Jennings wanted nothing.
She felt that raising Sierra Summers to adulthood and accompanying her for so long was gratitude enough.
Perhaps some would ridicule her as foolish for raising someone else’s child in vain, but Grandma Jennings only felt blessed to have Sierra Summers by her side.
Grandma Jennings stroked Sierra Summers’ head, a faint smile on her face, but if you looked closely, her eyes were also filled with tears, “Our Sierra, truly more beautiful than ever, Grandma is so happy to see it.”
Sierra Summers’ nose turned sour, and she held her hand tightly, “Grandma, you’re especially beautiful too!
I take after you!
Grandma’s beautiful, so Sierra’s beautiful too.”
Grandma Jennings smiled at her.