A two-story European-style house weed them. In front of the house with a porch, there was a yard filled with various flowers. A tall, slim woman with a wrinkled yet cold-looking face was standing in front of one of the nts. She wore a knee-length skirt and knitted sweater with a ck leather apron on her chest, rubber gloves, and a small shovel in her hand.


    dwin had met the elderly woman several times before. Brianna Quirino, a beautiful and intelligent woman who was behind the scenes of Kralligimiz. dwin’s twin brother’s mother-inw who always hid her kindness behind her stern demeanor and impassive expression.


    Alright, she was also his grandmother-inw now. And dwin had to be prepared to face her in case she showed coldness as a response for making her granddaughter suffer all this time.


    via eagerly opened the car door, ignoring dwin’s request to be careful. How could she not? via couldn’t contain her longing because for her, Brianna Quirino wasn’t just a grandmother, but also a mother figure as via grew up with her.


    Yes, since Antony separated from via’s mother, he entrusted via’s care to Brianna while he chose to keep his distance from his own daughter. Antony’s rtionship with via only developed after Antony married dwin’s twin sister, ire. Especially in recent years, Brianna and Arthur chose to spend their old age by traveling.


    His petite wife’s body was now in Brianna’s embrace. The seventy-year-old woman looked happilyughing. Abigail and dwin walked together towards the two women when Brianna scolded them foring without notice.


    Brianna took off her gardening gloves before embracing dwin in her warm hug. She weed him warmly, and dwin felt grateful for it. The woman ended up hugging Abigail with a warm hug just as she did with via, and yes, Abigail and the woman were quite close considering Abigail and via had been friends since they were in middle school.


    “You look more beautiful every day,” the elderly woman praised Abigail.


    “Of course, I have to be beautiful; beauty is mymodity,” she said mischievously. “Besides, I have to have a youthful body and face like yours,” she replied, making Briannaugh.


    “Come in, Arthur will be pleased to know you’re here,” Brianna walked with her arms around Abigail on the right and via on the left.


    dwin paid a little attention to the simple yet beautiful building as he walked. The two-story wooden house carried the American ssic style. There was a hammock on the porch, securely tied to both wooden pirs. Beside it were wooden chairs with soft cushioned seats. In the middle of the two wooden chairs was a square ss table with a flower pot on top. Behind the chairs was a wide window covered with white curtains.


    Upon entering, on the right side of the door, there was a shoe rack, alongside umbre storage and coat and hat hooks. And above the shoe rack, there were key hangers. dwin took off his shoes, reced them with the avable house sandals, and continued forward.


    There was a wooden staircase leading to the second floor right by the wall. They turned left towards the middle room, which was also the family room where dwin had noticed the window earlier. Two long velvet sofas filled with square cushions adorned with knitted covers were there. There were no strange decorations adorning the walls except for family photos printed in various sizes, framed and neatly arranged on the wall, capturing every moment of happiness.


    On a firece mantle, there were decorations in the form of antique vases. The middle area and the kitchen werepletely open, making the area look even more spacious.


    The wooden door under the stairs opened, revealing a tall,rge man withpletely white hair. The elderly man seemed wide-eyed seeing the guests in front of him. via approached and hugged her grandfather. Gratefully reciprocating, her grandfather hugged her tightly.


    “I thought you were toofortable staying at Gian’s house until you forgot to visit us, dear,” Arthur Quirino hugged and patted his granddaughter’s back while kissing the top of her head. “And who is this? The talkative girl, the foodie?” He asked, looking at Abigail. “When did youe here? Why didn’t you inform us?” His free hand stretched wide. Abigail entered the embrace of the older version of Antony and affectionately kissed his wrinkled cheek.


    “I was kidnapped by him, Grandpa!” She pointed towards dwin. Arthur Quirino looked sharply at dwin. dwin saw via gently rubbing her grandfather’s chest, trying to calm him down.


    “You!” He spoke coldly with a raised tone. “You’ve married my granddaughter without permission, and now you’re visiting without notice. What kind of grandson-inw are you?”


    dwin approached and respectfully kissed his father-inw’s hand. “I’m sorry, Sir,” he whispered softly.


    “Sir?” The old forehead, adorned with ck spots, furrowed even deeper. “You strange grandson-inw. I’m your grandfather-inw. Call me Grandpa!” Hemanded.


    “Alright, Grandpa,” dwin obeyed.


    “If only I knew you wereing, I would have thrown a weing party for you,” he grumbled, surprising dwin. Clearly, his eptance by via’s grandfather was beyond dwin’s expectations, as he had thought Arthur Quirino would scold him for making his beloved granddaughter sad enough to run away to another part of the world.


    via tried to calm her grandfather’s heart by exining that they would be staying for quite some time in Bursa, so the old man would have plenty of time to throw a party for them.


    “It would be nice if your father and uncles were here,” Arthur Quirino murmured again.


    And the old man’s murmuring became a reality because two dayster, the Antony and Altezza Quirino family entourage arrived to fill Arthur’s residence. Their arrival was, once again, surprising and unannounced, much like dwin’s sudden arrival.


    The old man muttered his annoyance again. What Arthur wanted was for his sons-inw and grandchildren to stay at his house in Antalya because he considered his residence in Bursa too small to amodate them all. Although they weren’t a big family, the three Quirino siblings plus their children and grandchildren would clearly not fit into four rooms.


    Equally clever, Gian eventually decided to rent tents for the young ones to stay in, and they set them up in Arthur’s spacious yard. Two tents for the children and three tents for the adults. Meanwhile, the parents and nursing mothers would sleep inside the house.


    They were now gathered in the family room with the firece lit. They pushed the table aside andid out severalrge carpets on the floor. The elder Quirinos sat on the sofa with their partners. The second generation, Antony-ire, Altezza-Adaline, and Gian-Joanna, like dwin, via, and Abigail, chose to sit on the floor on thick and warm carpets.N?velDrama.Org owns ? this.


    They chatted warmly, reminiscing about embarrassing memories, revealing secrets they had hidden for years. They told stories of their youth and the mischief they got up to without their parents’ knowledge. Until they eventually discussed via and dwin’s personal affairs.


    “What will you do next?” Antony, as dwin’s father-inw, asked. The question clearly referred to the actions dwin and via would take regarding their somewhatplicated and perplexing marriage.