Ivy Holden quietly tugged on Jensen Morrison's sleeve, then got up and went to the kitchen.
Jensen Morrison elegantly picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth, and said, "I'll go see what's for dessert."
Hearing this, the two old kids both wanted to take the opportunity to eat another piece of meat and trade a few jabs. Nobody cared what Jensen Morrison and Ivy Holden were up to, running off to the kitchen.
"What are you playing at? You want your grandpa to come back, too? Don't you think things are chaotic enough?" Ivy Holden paced anxiously around the kitchen.
Jensen Morrison smiled, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms to calm her down. He said in a low voice, "You silly girl, haven't you noticed? Ever since your grandma saw Grandpa Holden, she's been full of energy, and her illness seems to have vanished."
"...Huh? You know, I think you're right!" Ivy Holden glanced through the glass door at Hazel Sterling, who was fighting with Grandpa Holden over a piece of meat.
