Leon Keane and Ivana Monroe arrived at the Keane family’s old residence just around dinner time. Leon’s mother loved to have early meals, so as soon as they walked into the villa, the aroma of gourmet dishes wafted through the air. Leon’s mother was sitting with two children on an imported leather carpet, watching them play with Lego robots with a loving smile. These were high-end toys that required both hands-on skills and mental capabilities because the robots required the children to design and program them for operation. "Leon, Ivana, you’re here!" Leon’s mother noticed the newcomers, looked up, and greeted them with a smile. Ivana felt a little uneasy with Leon’s mother showing her such a warm smile, as if she were an ideal mother-in-law, and past unpleasant events involving Kiki and Julia never happened to deliberately upset her. The children’s sweet voices sounded in unison. Ivana’s face lit up with a gentle smile. She replied warmly and followed Leon to the children’s side, where she saw they had already built the robot and were programming it. Her eyes showed surprise as she generously praised them, "Ian and Timmy, you’re amazing! You’ve learned how to design robots!" "Mommy, Ian is so awesome! The skills Timmy has were taught by Ian," Timmy Monroe said proudly, his eyes full of excitement. Having such a genius brother was certainly a source of pride. Ivana was startled looking at Ian Keane and patted his head, "Ian, you’re great." Ian’s handsome little face turned red as he shyly said, "Not really! I learned this when I was very young. Timmy is smarter than me; he learns faster." Dıscover more novels at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝙣𝙚𝙩 "How old were you then? Just three years old, and our Ian was already a genius. Other children were still peeing in open-crotch pants at three, but you were playing with robots." Leon’s mother wasn’t willing to admit Timmy was smarter than Ian. She had raised this grandson herself, investing so much money and effort in his upbringing; how could Timmy compare, following Ivana? Ivana was speechless; Ian was being modest and encouraging Timmy. Leon’s mother immediately chimed in, making it quite interesting. "Mom, stop praising Ian so much; it’s not good for boys to be too proud." Leon frowned slightly, sensing his mother’s remarks were stirring things up. Timmy and Ian were both his sons, both clever, and as elders, there was no need to overly praise one. Look at how understanding the two were! Brother praises brother, and brother praises brother—what a loving family! Leon’s mother’s sudden comments added a note of discord. Leon’s mother didn’t quite see it that way. "What do you mean, it’s not good to be too proud? I don’t agree with that! Our Keane family bloodline surpasses ordinary people, it’s something to take pride in," Leon’s mother said, her expression full of pride. Her son was R Corporation’s top-tier individual; her grandson inherited her son’s noble genes, showing remarkable talent from a young age. Why shouldn’t he be proud? Her grandson had reasons to be proud. Leon was too tired to argue further with his mother. Wasn’t Timmy also his bloodline? Not an ordinary person either; if his mother pretended not to understand, what could he do? If this topic continued, it would ultimately result in Ivana’s unhappiness. He had no desire for Ivana to get upset. The dishes were now all served at the table. Timmy had already set the robot’s program, which waved its arms, walking step by step while emitting mechanical noises, "I am Timmy II; I can transform into a tank, a car, a plane; nothing can stop me from advancing. Which obstacle wants a challenge with me in reality? Just bring it on!" Ivana smiled like a doting aunt. Was this thought up by Timmy alone? Or did Ian help him come up with it? "Dinner’s ready. Ian, Timmy, stop playing now and come eat!" Leon’s mother called out to the two children. In her heart, she blamed Ivana somewhat—how was this woman being a mother? Couldn’t she see the dishes were ready? She didn’t call the children for dinner and let them continue playing, risking the food getting cold and giving them stomachaches. Timmy stopped the robot, pulling Ian along to the dining table. Leon’s mother had Leon on her left, and only left one spot on her right, her gaze fixed on Ian, apparently reserved for him. Timmy let go of Ian’s hand, "Brother, you sit over there; I’ll sit with mommy." Leon’s mother felt uncomfortable—what did he mean by ’you sit over there’? No call of grandma? Since stepping in, Timmy hadn’t called her grandma once; Leon’s mother felt resentful, sure Ivana had taught him. If Ivana hadn’t taught him, how would Timmy harbor such hostility towards her? Ian was a bit reluctant; he also wanted to sit with mommy. But since he was rarely with Leon’s mother, he feared his grandmother would be upset. Ian nodded, reluctantly walking to the spot beside Leon’s mother. Leon’s mother beamed with a smile at her beloved grandchild, placing the biggest abalone into Ian’s bowl, "This abalone was airlifted in today; it tastes exquisite. Eat it, my dear grandson." Ian’s face showed some embarrassment; he was already six years old. Could his grandma stop calling him ’dear grandson’ in front of mommy? How embarrassing. "Grandmother, you eat it; I can’t finish such a big abalone." Ian returned the largest abalone to Leon’s mother but took a smaller one for himself. "No still takes care of granny like you," Leon’s mother was touched, not realizing Ian gave the biggest abalone back to her considering Timmy. He didn’t want his grandmother to favor him and be cold towards Timmy. Timmy would be saddened. After finishing the meal. Leon planned to leave with the two children. Leon’s mother said, "Leaving right after eating? Stay a while longer and have some juice; I happen to have something to say to Ivana." Leon’s brain tightened, "Why can’t you say it in front of me?" Leon’s mother laughed, "Oh my! Look at you protecting your wife, even guarding against your own mom? Rest assured, I won’t eat your wife; I just want to have a private chat with her." Seeing Leon’s reluctant expression, Leon’s mother felt angry; this son was raised for nothing. She turned to Ivana, "Come with me." Leon’s mother was indeed unceremonious, directly ordering her to come over. Ivana also wanted to know what Leon’s mother wanted to say to her today. She followed Leon’s mother to a secluded room on the second floor. The smile disappeared from Leon’s mother’s face, "Ivana, I want to ask you, since you’ve entered the Keane family, shouldn’t you respect the elders?"