Chapter 209 The Third Marriage

• Old Master McGowan was already weathered down to the bone and he had made the last of his wishes clear. However, I found myself wondering, Roy, is there any way for me to turn down your grandfather’s last wish?
• Grandpa’s seat at the dining table was left empty at lunchtime and none of us had the appetite to dine despite the feast that had been laid out.
• I was pensive for the better part of the afternoon and after pacing around in my thoughts, I finally decided to bring Grandpa a glass of warm milk. Upon entering his bedroom, I saw that he was propped up against the headboard. There was a leather-bound dictionary on his bedside table and his reading glasses were perched on his nose bridge as he scrawled on a piece of paper.