Greyson sipped his juice as he stared at Emeralde. He'd been digging into what she told him, and he'd found more information to share.
Emy moaned as the waffle melted in her mouth. Greyson tilted his head and smiled at her reaction.
"Cute," he mumbled before placing his glass down.
He shifted in his seat, trying to make himself comfortable before he dropped the news, but every position made him more uncomfortable.
"Are you ok?" Emeralde asked with her brows furrowed.
"Y-yeah. Why do you ask?"
"Because you've been shifting in your seat a lot," Emeralde said.
"I-I'm fine."
She raised her brow at him.
"Did you stutter twice?"
Greyson's jaw tightened. He looked at her.
"I want to tell you something."
Emeralde moved closer to her plate and placed her fork down.
"I'm listening."
"Remember when you told me about your mother. Not Jolly, but your real mother.."
Emy nodded.
"Well, I found your grandmother."
"Grandmother?"
"Yes. Your real mother's mother."
"H-how?"
" You don't need to know how, babe. But know I'd do anything for you."
Greyson pushed his chair back and walked towards her. He knelt in front of her and grabbed her hands.
"Emy.. I'd do anything for you. And I mean anything. That's why I want you to trust me and follow me somewhere."
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The car stopped in front of an old house. Greyson walked to the other side and opened the door for her. As she got out, her eyes scanned the surroundings.
Emeralde turned to look at the house and then at Greyson.
"Is this where she lives?"
Greyson nodded.
The wooden steps creaked as she stepped on them. Greyson slightly knocked on the door before opening it.
"Granny?" Greyson called out.
A few seconds passed before a head popped out from the kitchen doorway.
"Greyson. Come have a look at what I made for Emeralde."
An elderly woman stepped into view, holding a knitted sweater.
"Granny, I brought Emy."
Granny's eyes shifted past him.
She froze.
Emeralde looked just like her mother.
A tear fell from her eyes.
"Emeralde." She opened her arms towards her.
Emy looked at Greyson before she looked at the old lady.
She ran into her arms.
Granny hugged hr tigthly while she caressed her back.
"My God. You look just like your mother."
Tears streamed down her face.