Chapter 973

Josefina quickly explained, "Grandpa Brandon, honestly, he's been really good to me. Deciding not to rush into marriage—that's all me, nothing to do with him."

Brandon sighed, "Oh Josie, I've even got the engagement gifts ready."

Josefina was momentarily at a loss for words.

Oliver jumped in, "Grandpa's really eager for us to get hitched. Just mention those gifts, and he'd be knocking on the Harrison family's door in no time."

Looking to change the subject, Josefina handed Brandon the painting she brought. "Grandpa Brandon, here's a painting I did for you."

Brandon unrolled the painting, his face lighting up with joy. "This is marvelous, simply marvelous. I adore it."

With the conversation shifting, Josefina thought it was a good moment to make a quick exit.

Just as she was about to speak, Bennett's phone buzzed.

Bennett stepped aside to take the call. "Really?"

His voice caught everyone's attention.

After hanging up, Bennett announced excitedly, "Sir, we've found some news about your second son!"

Brandon was taken aback. Could it be that his son, who had run away years ago, was finally found?

He had feared his youngest was gone forever, but now, there was hope of seeing him again.

Bennett continued, "The private detective is still on the case. Apparently, they ran into him today and managed to get a glass he'd used for a DNA test. It's a match! But unfortunately, they've lost sight of him again."

Brandon sat back down, his expression a mix of sorrow and relief. "As long as he's alive, that's something. That's something..."

He drifted into memories, his eyes clouded with a deep sadness.

...

Oliver and Josefina stepped out together.

On the way, Oliver shared the story of his uncle with her.

Josefina was astonished. "All this over one argument? Your uncle just left and never came back?"

"Yep, that's the gist of it. Grandpa was pretty strict with both of his sons. After my uncle left, he eased upon Dad that leniency is why Rowan turned out the way he did."

Raising kids is a tricky business, and who can say what's right?

Josefina pondered, "Your uncle's been gone all these years, and Grandpa Brandon's been searching relentlessly. He must be full of regrets. But how did he know what your uncle looks like now?"

"Al technology."

Oliver's simple answer made it all click for Josefina.

He took her hand, slipping it into his pocket with a smile. It's getting

-chilly, Josle. Youll be en winter

break soon, right?"

"Yeah, almost." She could wrap things up early.

Oliver suggested, "How about we go on a trip when you're on break?"

Josefina hadn't had the chance to really explore her own country, so she agreed happily.

In high spirits, Oliver took Josefina out for some barbecue skewers.

But the strong aroma quickly overwhelmed her.

"Let's just get some soup instead." Josefina turned to leave.

"Josie, I think we should get you to a doctor. If you're not feeling well, it's best to get checked out."

Josefina held Oliver back, assuring him, "I am a doctor. Let me check my pulse first."

They headed to a cozy soup shop. Josefina sat down, with Oliver settling in beside

her.

She placed her left hand on her right wrist, concentrating as Oliver watched in silence.

After a moment, she removed her fingers and stared at Oliver with wide, curious eyes.