Anger
"You're both here, Alexander and Ryan."
In the blink of an eye, the chilly feeling in the room dissipated when Grace walked into the living room with a dish of fruit.
"What are you referring to?"
"It's nothing, Mom," Smith said. He had to treat his mother with respect.
Grace snarled at Robert and Smith. "What's the matter with you? Surely you don't want to frighten the kid."
She took Ryan in her arms.
Obediently, Ryan leaned towards Grace's breast. When he wasn't acting like an adult and acting like a child, he was lovable.
"Dear Great-grandma, how are you?"
"You poor little thing, the last time I saw you was long ago. I miss you terribly."
Grace gave Ryan a pinch on the face and a kiss on the cheek.
Ryan gathered his strength to speak, raising his head. "Don't blame Uncle Alexander, Great-grandpa. Because I had been playing for a long time, we arrived late."