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"What's wrong with the surname Jarvis? Sylvia chose it herself," Old Mr. Jarvis argued, standing his ground.

"That's only because she hadn't come back to the Quintin family before. Now that she has, her name needs to be changed," Old Mr. Quintin replied stubbornly, refusing to budge an inch.

Old Mr. Jarvis asked, "Nana is just her nickname. What was her full name before?"

At that, Old Mr. Quintin's expression grew somber. "From the moment Nana was born, Georgia and I started arguing. Not long after, she left J City with Nana and gave her the nickname Nana. Later, when they came home, I kept saying we needed to give Nana a proper name, but every time Georgia and I disagreed, so we never settled on one."

Old Mr. Jarvis brightened. "Well, that just means Sylvia was the name she was meant to have all along. I don't think it needs to be changed!"

Old Mr. Quintin snorted. "Absolutely not. Tomorrow, I'll discuss this with Georgia, and then we'll have Nana officially registered under our family."

"You should ask Sylvia how she feels about it," Mr. Carnes interjected. "You can't just decide for her-what if she gets upset?"

Hearing this, Old Mr. Quintin hesitated a little, then finally said, "Of course, Nana's agreement is what matters most."

He glanced upstairs, a touch of emotion in his voice. "Tonight, Georgia and Nana are sharing a room."

Old Mr. Jarvis smiled. "Mother and daughter have known each other for a while now. This should help them feel less awkward and distant."

"Yes," Old Mr. Quintin sighed. "The more I look at Sylvia, the more she seems like one of the Quintin family."

Old Mr. Jarvis teased, "Weren't you the one who looked down on her before?"

Old Mr. Quintin flushed with embarrassment. "At that time—"

"What about it? You let Evelyn stir things up, and you developed a bias against a girl you'd never even met," Old Mr. Jarvis retorted. "You can't blame Sylvia if she doesn't pay you any mind."

Old Mr. Quintin's face reddened further. "That was my mistake!"

"Admitting it is good enough."

Old Mr. Quintin frowned. "But even now, Nana still hasn't called me Grandpa."

Old Mr. Jarvis took a sip of tea and offered a comforting smile. "Give Sylvia some time. This is a huge change it's not something she can accept all at once."

Old Mr. Quintin nodded. "You're right. We'll take it slow. As long as Nana has come home, that's all that matters."

The two men talked late into the night, and it was past midnight before the lights went out in Sylvia and Georgia's room.

The next morning, everyone gathered for breakfast.

When Sylvia went to the restroom, Evelyn was there too, washing her hands. She handed her own hand cream to Sylvia. "I love this

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Sylvia didn't take it. "No, thank you. I'm used to my own."

Evelyn opened the hand cream and applied some to the back of her own hand,

smiling innocently. "Sylvia, can I ask you something?"

Sylvia nodded. "Go ahead."

Evelyn's eyes were filled with confusion and curiosity. "Why did you get a tattoo over your birthmark? Did you do it on purpose?"

Sylvia looked at her calmly and replied, "Yes, it was intentional. I didn't want anyone using a birthmark as an excuse to claim a fake family connection."

With that, she turned and walked away.

Evelyn stood there stiffly, biting her lip in frustration.

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Georgia served Sylvia some porridge and asked gently, "I know your company keeps you busy. After breakfast, let Gab drive you to work We have plenty of time together in the future."

Sylvia nodded. "Alright."

Old Mr. Quintin jumped in, "Nana, what would you like for lunch? I'll have someone

prepare it and send it to you."

Sylvia smiled lightly. "No need to go to all that trouble. There's a restaurant downstairs from my office. I'll just eat with my colleagues."

Old Mr. Quintin added, "Then come home early after work."

Sylvia hesitated for a moment, then replied softly, "There's a work event tonight. If it runs late, I'll just go back to my own place. I need to pick up few things anyway."

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