As soon as Tessa Caldwell spoke, Mr. Green coughed softly, then quietly asked Faye, "Quick, tell me, how many months? Boy or girl?"
Faye: "..."
His silence made the old man even more anxious: "Hurry up and confess honestly, what on earth are you up to."
Faye retorted, "Up to what?"
The old man looked up and frowned, yelling, "You're still trying to hide from me? I raised you, and you think I wouldn't know what's on your mind? Your tone just now, that 'maybe,' was definitely a certainty. Now tell me, did you swap Bella's birth control pills with vitamins, or did you poke some holes in the condoms?"
Pfft! Faye's worldview was completely refreshed by his grandpa's modern thinking.
He replied calmly, "You're overthinking it."
"I am not overthinking, I know very well," Mr. Green roared, "Don't you think you can fool me! I know your schemes well; just by your eyebrow movements, I know what trick you've pulled."
Faye crossed his arms: "If that's the case, why bother asking me?"
