"Leave these matters to the Butler to arrange." Chester Yale pulled Evelyn Sherman from the crowd into his arms, noticing the thin sweat on her forehead, and frowned in displeasure.
"The wedding is just a few days away. I'm only talking to help out, I'm not actually doing anything." Evelyn stuck out her tongue, noticing he was alone, and immediately looked around. "Where's the Baby?"
Ever since he had a granddaughter, Chester Yale hasn't been clinging to her like before.
He's been following his precocious Baby Yale every day, afraid someone would snatch his precious granddaughter away.
Holding her in his palm, he's afraid she'll get hurt; keeping her in his mouth, he's afraid she'll spoil; it's a perfect way to describe Chester Yale.
The Little Girl is quite the character, not afraid of strangers, always smiling at everyone, and whenever she sees Chester Yale, she sweetly calls out "Grandfather," "Baby loves Grandfather the most..."
