He smiled and remained silent, waiting for the old lady to finish her grumbling and enjoy her rant.
Then he spoke, "All right, all right, if you don't mind your great-grandchild's personality taking after some unknown mother, then you should call the doctor over…"
After saying that, he hung up the phone and tossed his cell onto the sofa, ignoring the ringing phone, leaning back on the sofa, shaking his head and sighing.
"Why sigh? Just find a woman to have a baby and be done with it." A woman's voice came from behind, Grace Parker stood at the door holding a silver tray.
She had been here for a while, heard his phone call, and smiled silently with her red lips curled, already accustomed to the conversations between the grandfather and grandson.
"Is this a baby-making problem?" Lorraine Hanson gave her a smirk and then picked up his wine glass again.
