Please Give Me Another Chance, Mrs. Hamilton novel Chapter 493

Youngsters these days had the tendency to solve everything with gifts or money.

If their girlfriends were happy, they'd treat them to some fancy coffee. If their girlfriends were on their monthly cycle, they'd send them money for hot chocolate and remind them to drink more hot water.

If their girlfriends were feeling down, they'd send them cash for their favorite snacks. For holidays and special occasions, they'd send them money so she could buy new clothes for herself. And if their girlfriends were mad, they'd send them money until they forgave them.

Sean learned all these from Avery. He and Nadine had been staying at Avery's place. Avery was outspoken and loud, so it was impossible for him not to catch bits of her wisdom. Sometimes, he even offered Avery some advice.

Hence, when Adam asked Nadine about it, he answered without missing a beat. Nadine was dumbfounded. She glanced at her son, who was beaming with pride, and wasn't sure if she should praise him for it.

He was just a little boy, yet he already knew so much. Even though she was proud of him, she couldn't help but worry. If he could already charm girls so easily at this age, who knows what he'd be capable of when he grew up?

Sean met his mother's gaze and noticed the look on her face. He scampered over to Nadine, wrapping his arms around her slender waist. "Don't worry, Mommy! I'll never make you angry. Even if I do, I'll apologize right away. I'd never let you stay mad at me overnight!

"Avery told me that the closer I am to someone, the more important it is to never let them go to bed angry. In other words, I have to resolve the issue that same night. She told me that holding it in can lead to cancerous thoughts."

Nadine was left scratching her head at the little guy's grown-up talk. How could someone so young be so wise?

With a helpless expression, she pinched his chubby cheeks. "Aren't you a smart little rascal? Don't worry, I could never stay mad at you because you're my precious lil' baby!"

Brad, who was struggling to make the skewers, noticed Adam's disapproving gaze and wisely scooted over a bit. He wasn't afraid that Adam would kick him, but he was afraid that his grandfather might miss and injure himself.

Adam was totally smitten with Sean, calling him all sorts of affectionate pet names. But he couldn't stand Brad. As soon as Sean was out of sight, he turned to Brad and snapped, "What are you, stupid?"

Brad looked at Adam with a puzzled expression and asked, "Are you talking to me?"

He had been minding his own business, making the skewers. How had he upset Adam again? Brad couldn't help but think that old people these days were impossible to please.

If it weren't for the fact that Adam was his grandfather, he would've sent him off to a retirement home ages ago, sparing himself from the incessant nagging.