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Granny Drake had a dream.

She dreamed that Wendy was blaming her.

How could she, as a grandmother, ignore her own son?

Awakening, her old tears soaked the pillow.

Granny Drake stared at the canopy of her bed, lost in thought. After a long while, she sighed.

"It's mother who made the mistake."

Nicholas Drake sat under the eaves. Every passing servant would sneak a quick look at him with curiosity, scolded by the housekeeper, they would then quickly avoid him.

The housekeeper watched from a distance, his feelings mixed.

The young master looked so much like his uncle did when he was young, it was no wonder that when he first saw him at the front door, he thought his uncle had returned.

Unfortunately, due to his mother, he had even managed to displease Granny Drake.