Wesley took a sip of the tea.

“A good tea. Give it a try."

“What ?"

“Have a taste of your tea."

"ALL right.

“Be careful. It's hot," Wesley said in a soft voice.

" Blair picked up her lidded tea cup.

Blair blew on the tea to cool it before taking a sip.

"Oh, this is really good."

“Wesley!" An old man's voice came from outside the Living room.

Before long, the couple were able to put a face to the voice as an old man dressed in a black Chinese tunic suit came into their view. He may have looked old, but he was as vigorous and energetic as ever.

Wesley stood to his feet and greeted him, “Grandpa Mooney."

Blair also stood up and paid her respects.

“Good afternoon, Grandpa

Mooney.”

The sound of her voice brought a smile to Wesley's Lips

Mooney Thompson sized Blair up in a few seconds and nodded his head

“Let's sit."

After exchanging some pleasantries, Wesley went straight to the point.

“Grandpa Mooney, this is my wife, Blair Johnson."

“Ah, I see! Blair, follow me. Wesley, you stay here." Mooney stood up and walked toward the back of a gilded six-leaf screen.

Blair cast an uneasy glance at Wesley, clearly feeling anxious.

Wesley tried to comfort her.

“Grandpa Mooney is a genius in his field.

Just let him feel your pulse. It won't take long. I'll be here waiting for you."