"Uncle Grant, what do you think of this proposal?"
After paying his compliments, the old man passed the buck to Uncle Grant, his expression a perfect picture of sheer delight.
Uncle Grant still wore that same Maitreya-like smile. He sighed and said, "Wouldn't this be unfair to Miss Thorne? The way Yvette is, she's in no shape to be a mother!"
'So that's a no?'
Shirley Thorne raised an eyebrow, feeling that this was only to be expected.
But she wasn't about to be brushed off so easily. 'You can learn to be a mother. It's not like anyone is born knowing how.'
Shirley Thorne silently griped.
Hearing this, the old man, still chuckling, turned to Shirley Thorne and asked, "Shirley, what do you think?"
'What do I think...?'
