When Butler Wyatt from the old residence presented the deed of gift, Shirley Thorne was completely stunned, caught in a hazy, dreamlike state.
'Am I dreaming?'
'I have to be, right?'
"Madam, please sign here."
Uncle Wyatt handed Shirley Thorne a pen but noticed she didn't react. Her delicate, almond-shaped eyes were unfocused, like those of a brand-new doll.
Uncle Wyatt: ...
He looked at Ethan Grant, his eyes asking, 'What's wrong with the new Mrs. Grant?'
Ethan Grant took the pen, stuffed it directly into Shirley Thorne's hand, and manually helped her curl her fingers around it. "Hurry up and sign," he said. "We'll go home after you're done."
"Oh, oh, oh, go home!"
Hearing the two words "go home," Shirley Thorne finally reacted. She subconsciously got into a pen-holding posture and signed the deed of gift.
Only after signing did it hit her. Her almond eyes widened. "Does this mean... I'm an Island Master now?"
Ethan Grant: ...
Uncle Wyatt: ...
