She promised to complete the task excellently.
Old Madam Habsden's eyes darted quickly, full of cunning and childlike mischief. She was elegant and dignified, and with this touch of childlikeness, it made her seem even more genuine and approachable, unlike Old Master Lawrence, who gave people an untouchable feeling. She looked like a kind and beautiful old lady.
"You don't want to go?" Old Madam Habsden said, and seeing he didn't immediately agree, she quickly asked again.
Her beloved grandson had said this was the last chance.
If that girl couldn't be her daughter-in-law, she'd be the mother of a monk for life.
She refused to accept that!
She still wanted to hold grandchildren, to hear someone call her grandma.
