"Is everything alright?"
Aren took off his shoes, took them into a carry, and then walked on his socks across the rug to help Agnes get up.
"Yes, my grandson came for some tea and biscuits!"
Agnes said with a smile, stumbling to her feet, and with Aren's help, made her way to the kitchen.
"Is that so…"
Aren looked back to the living room's table—there was untouched tea and a half-eaten cracker on the plate.
It was as if Jake already knew that he wouldn't like the tea, so he wasn't even going to touch that, and he tested the cracker but didn't like that either.
'If you don't like the tea, why make your blind grandmother prepare it for you? Just speak the truth. How inconsiderate of her grandson.
'I think he currently has control of Agnes' finances. I don't want to assume the worst. But I don't think her grandson has her best interest in mind.'
Aren, with a dark look, helped Agnes to sit on the kitchen table, and then he prepared her some ready-made chicken soup from a can.
