Chapter 15 Prison Could not Compare to the Bars in One's Heart

Young Norman was now five years of age yet he still had yet to see his grandfather in person.

"You can't!"

Shirley rejected her son's request without a second thought.

Norman frowned, then immediately turned to Camilla.

Staring at his grandmother with puppy-dog eyes, he mewled，

"Grandma, did Grandpa lose some blood? What if he bleeds to death? Shouldn't he see me one last time? I'm so obedient and cute, if Grandpa doesn't see me he'll die unhappily..."

Shirley could not help rolling her eyes. She reached out and pinched Norman's ear and pulled his pliable body from Camilla's lap to her's.

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"What nonsense are you saying?"

Shirley scolded him quietly, to which Norman smiled and even stuck his tongue out.

With a glance at how frustrated Camilla looked, Shirley got up from the sofa and placed Norman in her mother's arms.

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As she walked to the bathroom, she said, "I'll go, Mom. Help me take care of Norman at home, please."