Grandma May smiled. “We’ve met a few times, but each time under a different identity and appearance. You’re always so busy and in a rush, so it’s normal you wouldn’t remember me.”

These were just the visible encounters. Behind the scenes, the number of times Grandma May had observed Isabella without being noticed was countless.

When selecting a suitable match for her grandson, she had to thoroughly investigate, inquire, and even assess whether her grandson had what it took to win Isabella’s heart.

Isabella was speechless. No wonder she had no memory of this old lady at all.

Elizabeth handed Chloe to the nanny, instructing her to take the little girl out to play with the boys.

Those little rascals were too noisy and could not stay indoors for long. Once fed and rested, they would demand to go outside, refusing to come back even after dark.

If forced to stay inside, chaos was guaranteed; their destructive capabilities were unmatched.

One child alone could tear the house apart, let