After chatting with Julian Grant for a few minutes, Shirley Thorne wanted to give him a big thumbs-up.
He wasn't passive-aggressive, wasn't trying to test her, and wasn't throwing sarcastic jabs. He was just a normal member of the Grant Family.
Actually, Julian Grant hadn't proactively said more than a few words to Shirley Thorne the entire time. He was constantly helping the old master—pouring tea, fetching water, massaging his shoulders, and gently pounding his back. His attention wasn't on Shirley Thorne at all.
"Julian is so dutiful!"
Shirley Thorne couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
Julian Grant paused mid-pour, then looked up with a bashful grin that showed off his pearly whites. "You're too kind, Shirley. I'm just pouring Grandpa some water!"
