The old man finished speaking and looked at Bella Acker with hopeful eyes.
Bella Acker smiled awkwardly, "Grandpa, I'm really not as good as you say. Your grandson is so outstanding, there will be better girls who like him, so don't worry."
"Ah, I'd like to be at ease, but he hasn't brought home a girl for me to see in so long." The old man sighed.
Judy Zimmerman, who was driving, chimed in to ease the awkwardness, "Grandpa, where do you live?"
"Paxon Gardens on Paxon Road," the old man seemed a bit proud, "I still remember that."
Judy Zimmerman smiled, "That's quite far. Grandpa, if you're tired, you can take a nap. We'll call you when we arrive."
"Not tired, not tired," the old man waved his hand, "Young Acker, do you have any other elders at home?"
Speaking of blood-related elders, there's only Aunt Rhodes.
However, Bella Acker didn't want to disturb her life, so she hadn't kept in touch over the years.
Bella Acker smiled, "No more. Right now, I just have a godmother."
