Chapter 3 Hurry Up, Get Married and Have Children!

The two turned their heads and saw a tall man in an expensive black suit striding toward them with steady steps.

His long, defined brows extended into his temples, his nose was high and straight, and his thin lips carried a sharp edge. His dark, ink-like eyes held a faint yet warm smile as his deep, cool voice rang out.

"Grandmother, who has upset you this time?"

The afternoon sunlight swept across his figure, casting a tall and majestic silhouette. Every movement he made exuded elegance and nobility.

The old lady looked at her grandson with satisfaction before turning to Mary and giving her a subtle glance. Mary immediately turned and walked away.

The man crouched down, taking the old lady's hand in his own. Seeing her pout in feigned anger, he let out a soft chuckle.

"Who dares to make Grandmother unhappy? I'll take care of them for you!"

The old lady scoffed. "Who else but you, you ungrateful child?! Hurry up and give me a great-grandchild!"

A trace of helplessness flickered through Vincent's dark eyes.

"Grandmother, I just returned to the country. Where am I supposed to find a woman to give you a grandchild?"

The old lady huffed. "You've been using that excuse for years!"

She puffed up her cheeks as she spoke but then turned her gaze toward Alsa.

By now, Mary had reached her and gestured for her to come over.

Alsa, puzzled, hesitated for a moment but eventually followed Mary toward them.

Vincent stood up, watching as Mary led a tall and slender woman in their direction.

Her face was pale, but it didn't diminish her beauty. She wore a loose hospital gown, and as she walked, the fabric billowed around her, revealing just how thin she truly was.

Vincent narrowed his eyes slightly, his deep black gaze locking onto the woman's approaching face.

But when Alsa drew closer and cast a wary, questioning glance at him, he finally withdrew his stare.

A flicker of surprise crossed his mind-this was the first time he had seen a woman look at him so directly.

More than that, her gaze merely swept over him briefly before shifting to his grandmother.

That look-indifferent and detached-caught him off guard and, oddly, left him with a faint sense of frustration.

He paused momentarily, then his thin lips curled into an almost imperceptible smirk.

"Madam, why did you call for me?"

As she spoke, Alsa bent slightly forward, her voice carrying the frailty and softness of someone recovering from illness.

A glimmer of light flickered in Vincent's deep eyes.

When speaking with someone who was confined to a wheelchair, the worst thing to do was force them to tilt their head upward-especially if they had cervical issues.

He had always been mindful of this and knew that maintaining such a posture was exhausting, much like holding a squat position for an extended time.

For someone so frail...

The old lady's smile deepened as she held Alsa's hand, studying her face for a long moment before nodding repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, very good, very good!"

Alsa had no idea what was happening and could only maintain a polite yet slightly awkward smile.

"Child, don't worry, Grandmother isn't a bad person. I just get a little lonely. You caught my eye, so I had someone bring you over. It was a bit abrupt-please forgive me, hmm?"

Faced with the old lady's unabashed warmth, Alsa shook her head.

"It's alright. I'm by myself anyway."

As she spoke, a fleeting trace of sorrow flashed through her clear eyes-so faint yet easily caught by the old lady.

Feeling a pang of sympathy, the old lady gently patted Alsa's hand.

"Good child, what's your name?"

"Alsa. Alsa."