Promise me

" Grandpa! May I have a minute to talk?" Anusha, holding a gift box, walks inside the study room.

"Of course! My child! What do you want to talk about?" Locking a drawer on his table, he smiles, welcoming Anusha to enter.

Unknown to him, Anusha notices his nervousness visible through his thick glasses. It gives her a hint that he is hiding something.

"I haven't talked to you for a long time. I am sorry that I don't come home often." Placing the box she said, " I brought your favourite wine, I hope you will like it."

Grandpa leaving a chuckle grabs the box and peeks into it, "My dear. it is my favourite. How am I possibly not like it? Anyway, how are you? Did you get along with your new sister? She had struggled a lot. I hope you will support her."

Anusha smirks, " Is my criticism acceptable too?" She said, holding the bottle and pouring some in the glass.

"Criticism? Did Gwen do something?" with curiosity, Grandpa asks questions,

"I mean well, you know to me, you, grandma and