“What about us ordinary people, Grandma May? If Zachary and the rest are considered mediocre, we’re probably bottom feeders.”

Clive smiled and joked around.

Remy nodded in agreement.

Grandma May laughed aloud.

Her nine grandsons were her greatest pride.

After a few more years, her grandsons would have formed their own families. Even if she died, she could leave with a smile on her face.

Patrick looked toward Sonny again.

Sonny was in Serenity’s arms, looking at everyone curiously. He did not understand what the elders were saying.

“He does look a lot like her,” Patrick murmured to himself.

“He looks a lot like Ms. Lisa when she was young. If he had his hair in braids and wore a dress, he would look exactly like her.”

Patrick was lost in reminiscence while staring at Sonny.

Back then, Lisa used to ask him to lift her whenever she saw him. “Uncle True, upsy-daisy.”

He could never refuse her request.

Patrick would lift her high and spin her around before putting her