After clearing up the confusion, Hannah took the ordinary, delicate-looking Grandma's hand and led her inside while Arthur took Eugene back to the living room. While she looked like she could be blown away by the wind at first glance, there was a certain strength in her grip and lively eyes. Those with keen sight would know not to mess with this kind of person.
"So you're Hannah's nanny, Grandma?" the girl asked curiously.
"That's right," Olivia smiled. They had actually met often when she was still working at Sophie's townhouse, but who would remember the faces of people around them when they were toddlers? And then she disappeared for a few years, so of course children wouldn't remember. Not even Tobias remembered her. "I had you until your first birthday. I'm surprised you still remember me, Hannah."
"Hannah remember your smell," the girl grinned, tapping her adorable button nose. "Hannah is good with that kind of thing, you know."
