Lessie

“Grandpa!”

In the city park, an elderly man in a white shirt and black trousers clasped his staff in his hand and sat on a chair.

Upon seeing the familiar man, Valencia’s eyes lit up, and she hurried toward the old man. A wide smile appeared on Valencia’s face, and she happily greeted, “Grandpa Black.”

Immediately, Grandpa Black stood up and engulfed Valencia in a fond, fatherly hug. “Little lass Valencia, how have you been doing?”

Valencia smiled sweetly, and she smoothly responded, “I am fine, Grandpa Black; how have you been doing?”

Valencia immediately sat next to Grandpa Black and handed him the bottle of water and drink she had just bought from a vending machine. “Grandpa, why are you suddenly here?” Valencia tilted her neck and asked with curiosity.

The first time Valencia met Grandpa Black was less than a month after she escaped from her wedding with Maverick.

Valencia encountered Grandpa Black while he was wandering the cold street in search of a phone to call home after bein