Hargrave Family, Henry Hargrave leaned back in the wheelchair watching TV, and saw his wife Josephine Hawthorne come out of the kitchen, reluctantly raising her finger and sobbing, "Woo woo..." Josephine walked over unhappily and forcefully pushed the wheelchair, "What are you calling for? The New Year’s Eve dinner will be ready soon!"

"Egg... (phone)... Egg... (phone)..." Henry opened his mouth again, still making indistinct sounds, pointing in the direction of the telephone. Josephine understood his meaning and pushed him to the side of the sofa, sitting down herself, impatiently saying, "Stop wooing, Hannah will be back soon, she just called!"

"Ra... Ra..." Henry was still pointing in the direction of the telephone, and as he spoke, drool dribbled down the corner of his lips.

Josephine grabbed some tissues off the coffee table and, somewhat annoyed, wiped him while saying, "What’s all this ra ra about? That little brat isn’t in the country, she’s probably dead by now!"

"Woo woo..." Hearing Josephine say this, Henry whimpered and sobbed, opening his mouth wide, tears also spilling out.

Josephine looked even more impatient, vigorously wiping the drool from his lips and then slapped him, "What are you crying for? During the New Year, if you cry, she’s dead!"

"Woo waa..." The sound from Henry grew louder, and Josephine was about to scold him, when Hannah Hargrave pushed the door open and came in.

"Mom, how come you made Dad cry again, are you mistreating him?"

"Child, what nonsense are you talking? How could I mistreat your father," Josephine stood up, threw the tissue in her hand into the trash bin, and walked over, noticing Harry Zachary behind Hannah and asked curiously, "Hannah, who is this..."

"My assistant." Hannah slightly turned her head to introduce him, behind her, Harry Zachary bowed politely to Josephine, "Hello Auntie!"

"Ah yes, yes," Josephine agreed with a smile, her gaze toward Harry full of delight, slightly turning aside to invite him in, "Quickly, come in and sit down."

"Thank you Auntie." Harry Zachary slightly bowed again, his courteous manner very much like a new son-in-law meeting the mother-in-law.

Hannah glanced back at him but said nothing, walked to the front of Henry’s wheelchair and said, "Dad, I’ll go change clothes in my room first, and then I’ll come down to chat with you."

"Mm... mm..." Henry mumblingly agreed, trying to raise his hand to grab Hannah, but she was already heading toward the stairs.

After Harry Zachary sat down in the sofa, Josephine brought a fruit platter to put in front of him, looked at his face and said with a smile, "Nowadays, isn’t it popular to call someone sister? You should call me sister, calling me Auntie makes me sound so old!"

"Alright," Harry Zachary leaned forward slightly and placatingly replied with a smile.

Josephine’s eyes were constantly glued to Harry Zachary, making him feel somewhat uneasy, he could only awkwardly curl his lips.

"What’s your name?" Josephine asked as if it were casual chat, with a kindly elder demeanor. However, if you looked carefully, you’d notice that when she was looking at Harry, the expression in her eyes wasn’t quite what a senior should have.

"Auntie, my name is Harry Zachary." Harry Zachary nodded slightly again, given his age and his relation with Hannah, calling Josephine "Auntie" was hardly inappropriate.

"Eh? Why did you call me Auntie again? Didn’t we agree to call me sister?" Josephine pretended to chastise, and Harry Zachary nodded slightly again, his face even more awkward.

"How old are you this year?" Josephine asked with concern. Harry Zachary smiled, "Thirty-three."

"Oh my, such a good age! Are you married? What’s your wife’s profession..." Josephine fired off several questions in succession. Harry Zachary nodded awkwardly again, "I’m currently single,"