Imogen did not know how to respond to that.

She had never met Old Mr. York, who had passed away from illness when Zachary was in his early twenties, which was about six or seven years ago.

“I’m sure he’ll still be overjoyed, watching over you in heaven, as long as you guys remain well and filial to your nana.”

Dylan was silent for a moment before he replied, “That’s true. We’ll all remain well, and we’ll stay filial to Nana too.”

All the York boys were deeply attached to their nana. On the contrary, they were slightly less attached to their parents.

Once they arrived at Huntington Hotel, Imogen parked the car, and they got out. Then, Dylan asked, “Imogen, aren’t you going to take the bouquet I gave you with you?”

“We’re going to eat. There’s no need to. It’d only get in the way. Next time, don’t get me such a big one. It’s tiring just carrying it.”

Dylan chuckled, “But a big bouquet is prettier. Alright, I’ll get you a smaller one next time.”

He would give her anything she want