When night fell, Shiely Morrison firmly insisted that Isabella Weaver should not stay at the hospital with her anymore. She teased her daughter, "Go home quickly, otherwise when will I have a grandson?"
Harry Hunter, who came to pick up Isabella Weaver, paused for a moment, then chuckled softly.
Isabella Weaver's face turned red, and she didn't dare to look at Harry Hunter the entire way home.
Harry Hunter was in a cheerful mood, teasing her as he drove, "Madam, even your mother-in-law is anxious to have a grandson. You should take the initiative tonight."
Isabella's face grew even redder. Why did her mom have to talk about a grandson in front of Harry, causing him to misunderstand!
"My mom didn't mean it that way!"
"Oh? Then what did she mean?"
"It's just... I'm afraid she doesn't have much hope for life, so I mentioned a grandson to cheer her up!"
"Well, you need a real grandson to do that. How can you cheer her up with just words?"
