"Ms. Fuller, do you know why I asked you to stay?"
"Mr. Yancey, you can call me Zoey, if you don't mind. After all, you are the great-grandfather of the twins."
The old man started to see her with a hint of curiosity.
Surprisingly, Zoey stood still and straight under his gaze, not a hint of panic on her face.
"But it's alright if you don't want to. It's just a way to address me. It doesn't really matter to me," she said calmly.
His lips twitched. Now she made it sound like he was the petty one who would argue with a little girl over a name.
"You seem like a smart woman. You should have guessed why I let you stay.
He went straight to the point.
Zoey nodded.
"Yes. Well, more or less."
She knew better than to play the fool. "You are trying to give me a warning and make me give up on Leo, I suppose. But you're having trouble deciding what to do with me because of the twins. Am I right?"
