Cynthia Wynne had known her grandson since the boy was just a fetus in her daughter's womb. She was there when her daughter gave birth, watching the process from her daughter's bedside. She was the one who named the boy Arthur.
She was the one who said she'd take the boy if her daughter didn't want him. From the moment Arthur held her finger to the moment Arthur let it go to study abroad, she was there, watching the boy's every step.
She felt bad for Ashley, but for her, Arthur was rather special.
Perhaps because his circumstances were truly pitiful, and he kept embroiled in bad luck, she couldn't help but pay special attention to him. She knew how long the poor boy had been struggling with self-worth, so she let him go abroad to find himself.
Arthur did come back looking more assured and confident, but it was easy for her to see that something new had been tormenting the boy's mind.
Earlier, he was especially frazzled every time someone mentioned him having his own child.
