The old lady saw him walk into the hall, glared and shouted, yet her mouth held a hint of a smile, showing she was very satisfied.
After he came in, she continued, "Quickly go upstairs and check on her, Tracy's been through so much these days! Oh, poor child, she throws up whatever she eats, and the reaction is so intense, who knows when it will get better, she's suffering... You boy, be nicer to her, do you think it's easy for a woman to have a child? You men have it good, getting someone's belly big and then not wanting to take responsibility!"
The old lady muttered, intentionally saying the last two sentences for him to hear.
Lorraine Hanson stood in front of the sofa, his brow slightly furrowed, his expression somewhat stern, but he didn't say anything and turned upstairs.
The old lady was visibly stunned, looking at her grandson's back, she immediately broke into a broad smile: "This punk, could it be he's finally come around? Good, good, that's great..."
