Thankfully, I was able to dodge that bullet. Although the old man looked at me suspiciously, he tapped on the chauffeur's shoulder so we could leave.
"What would you like to eat, son? Anything you crave?"
"Pasta, maybe? How's your diet? Do you need to be careful of anything?" As we moved, I peeked outside. Even though the guy was still there, Miss Burry hadn't appeared yet.
Did I actually save my as*?
"My doctor said to not eat much fats. Do I have to obey him? The man looks too young to know what he's doing."
"He's one of the best doctors in the city. He knows what he's doing, so you better listen if you want to see me married." I told him without thinking, purely relieved that I had survived that encounter just now.
Gramps obviously reacted to that, his eyebrows shooting up, but I could hardly care since it's always the same cycle with him.
During lunch, however, I couldn't just ignore him while he grilled me about clarifying the misunderstanding with Miss Burry.
