It was said that the old ladies in the gentry were not easy to get along with, but Grandma May was affable, just like an ordinary old woman. She also usually dressed plainly and did not seem like she was part of the gentry at all.

Zachary’s gaze was deep. He touched the top of her head and said in a low voice, “You’re a very realistic person who doesn’t dream.”

“I’m a person who lives in real life. Even if I want to dream, it depends on the dream. It’s a waste of time dreaming that kind of unr