Zach shot a nce at Shawn, who lookedpletely unfazed. With a sigh, he rubbed his temples and decided to drop the idea of convincing his sister. "Dad, we need to have a serious talk..."


    He started walking towards Shawn.


    Shawn barely nced at him, raising a hand to shut him down. "There''s nothing to talk about."


    If they were going to talk, it would be with their fists.


    Zach was floored. "!!!"


    Your favorite daughter is about to be swept off her feet, and you don''t even care?


    Shawn didn''t give Zach another look and went back to the kitchen.


    Mirabe, having finished her milk, chucked the empty carton into the trash from a distance with a cool flick of her wrist, looking a bit rebellious.


    Zach, turning around and witnessing this, thought, "..."


    Why does this remind me of Grady and his gang???


    Shaking his head, Zach quickly dismissed the thought. His sister, although


    sometimes a bit of a schemer, was generally a good kid.


    Right on cue, Zach''s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, saw the name ''Grady'' on the screen, and almost dropped it.


    He hesitated for a long moment. Shawn,ing out of the kitchen again, asked curiously, "Why aren''t you answering your phone?"


    Zach looked up at Shawn and showed him the phone: "...Grady."


    Shawn felt a headacheing on. He nced at his daughter, already seated at the dining table, and then waved his hand, "Go outside and take it."


    Zach nodded and headed to the garden with his phone.


    Hearing ''Grady'' mentioned again, Mirabe raised an eyebrow, watching Zach''s retreating figure.


    Mysterious.


    By the time Zach got to the garden, the call had ended. He immediately hit redial, and it was quickly answered. He spoke politely, "Uncle Grady, did you need me for something?"


    Grady chuckled on the other end, "Ah, isn''t it the youngdy''s birthday today? I''ve bought some gifts and was thinking of dropping them off in my car."


    Zach paused, "Ah, you''reing over?"


    "Yes, I thought it was about time I formally met the youngdy," Grady thought about the old ailment of Keir, which hadn''t red up much in thest six months, thanks to that medicine.


    Rubbing his temple, Zach sensed Grady had ulterior motives for wanting to see his sister suddenly. After a brief thought, he made an excuse, "We have guests over today, maybe another time would be better?"


    Grady, not typically close with the younger son but well aware of his personality, replied evenly, "That won''t be an issue. I''ll just hand over the gifts personally to the youngdy and leave."


    The old are wise, "...Maybe you should talk to my dad?" Zach coughed.


    Grady fell silent for a moment, "I just tried calling your dad, but no one answered."


    Zach: "!!!"


    So, this hot potato was actually tossed over by his dad?


    Zach looked up through the sliding ss door at his dad inside, chatting happily with his sister.


    Thus, he said into the phone, "Hold on, Grady, I''ll get my dad for you."


    After saying that, he walked back inside, approached Shawn, and handed him the phone: "Dad, Grady''s on the line for you."


    Shawn, staring at the phone screen that showed the call was still in progress: "..."


    This clueless son of mine.