"Grandfather, this is a matter between Maxwell and me. We'll resolve it ourselves."
Anne Davidson opened her mouth a bit awkwardly, then looked at Oliver Peary who was eating over there.
"Oliver, you'll be staying here for these few days, okay? Don't roam around."
Oliver Peary nodded at her words.
Anyway, even in Provence, Anne was always flying around, traveling everywhere, and rarely spent time with him.
He was always at home with the nanny.
Now, Anne has left him here; he won't be unaccustomed to it.
Seeing Oliver so well-behaved, Grandpa Davidson had a particular fondness for him.
"Alright, Anne, I won't interfere in your matters, but if you have any problems you can't solve, make sure to let me know."
Listening to his caring words, Anne smiled and nodded.
After finishing breakfast, Anne went out again.
Watching Anne's departing figure, Grandpa Davidson sighed.
How did these two people, who were once very close, become so distant now?
