A smile touched Sean Quinn's lips. 'Just as I thought,' he mused, 'the old man is inside watching the show.'
He turned, grasped Stella Lockwood's hand firmly, and smiled at the endearing white-haired old man—Mr. Quinn had run out from inside. Sean called out, "Grandpa, it's not that your grandson doesn't want this family, it's that this family doesn't want me and my wife... If you won't have us, I'll have no choice but to find a place where we can make a life for ourselves..."
"Hmph, you unfilial whelp..." Mr. Quinn ground his teeth, glaring fiercely.
Sean Quinn pulled Stella Lockwood inside with him. "Grandpa, I was an unfilial grandson for not obeying you and getting a wife. Now I've obeyed you and gotten a wife, so how am I still an unfilial grandson? It's so hard being your grandson..."
