Chapter 119: More Bombs Than a Bombshell

London Village Stables.

"This horse belonged to my grandmother," Lily said as she approached a black horse with white pattern of pigmented spots all over its body, safely stabled in a stall. It had taken them almost fifteen minutes of walking to get to this stable from where they were earlier.

"His name is Six. An Irish Cob that my grandfather gave my grandmother on their 36th wedding anniversary."

"Come… you can touch him. He is extremely sweet," Lily said as she slowly rubbed the neck of the horse. Although Zhuo Jingren was hesitant, he still went up to the horse and gave it a pat. That made Lily smile. 

Six was not that tall for a horse. Lilian Facci was around five feet, four inches tall and she was fearful of horses that were much taller than her. That was why Frederick Facci specially selected this breed for it wouldn't grow too tall and tower over his wife.