Sharon Sheridan should have come down earlier to wait for Poe Vaughn and Ava. But Ava and Poe Vaughn arrived, and she still hadn’t come down. Evidently, it wasn’t because she was slow or that something happened along the way, but because she was hiding. She hid at the corner upstairs, watching Ava. She wanted to see the scene of this granddaughter-in-law together with her little Poe, to see if this granddaughter-in-law was really not interested in her little Poe. At the same time, she also wanted to see what her little Poe looked like when he was with this girl. It wasn’t a thought she had from the beginning; it just came suddenly. And once she started watching, she couldn’t look away. It was like shipping a couple; the more she watched, the more excited she became, and the more satisfied she was, seeing how well-matched they looked, that she forgot to come down. She stood there watching without moving. It wasn’t until she saw Ava reaching out to the parrot that she reacted, hastily calling out. The five-colored macaw wasn’t very friendly to strangers. If things went wrong, it might even attack. This was Ava’s first time here, she mustn’t get hurt. Sharon Sheridan called out and hurriedly came downstairs. And Ava, upon hearing this voice, full of authority and vigor, instinctively looked towards the direction of the sound. In an instant, a strange old lady appeared in her view. The old lady had white hair and was wearing a loose gray embroidered traditional Chinese buttoned blouse with matching wide pants and embroidered cloth shoes. She wasn’t tall, roughly estimated at about 160 cm, not skinny, looking somewhat plump, but a graceful, fortunate kind of plumpness that suggested good fortune at first glance. The old lady had a round face with a pair of bright eyes, and her face was evidently marked by the passage of time, but her features clearly showed she was a beauty in her youth. Even though she had aged, she was extremely elegant. Elegant enough that even her meticulously styled hair exuded a sense of nobility. Her clothes, pants, and shoes were all embroidered, and all of it was Su embroidery, custom-made and handcrafted. Anyone knowledgeable could tell at a glance that she was no ordinary person. Ava was not an ordinary person; she was a supermodel who had been in the fashion industry for ten years. Regarding attire, she could discern quality. With one glance, she knew who this person was in her line of sight. Poe Vaughn’s grandmother, the Vaughn Family’s most authoritative figure, Mrs. Vaughn. Ava’s expression immediately shifted to a proper smile, her lips curling softly as she walked over to Poe Vaughn, naturally taking his arm. Then, she smiled at the person coming down the stairs. This person said her family didn’t care about family background, but she didn’t believe it, so she had to present herself politely with proper etiquette. She wasn’t being her true self, Ava Sterling, but rather putting on a facade. Poe Vaughn’s arm was held, and a faint fragrance silently encircled him, not the scent of perfume, but a blend of natural shampoo, body wash, and laundry detergent. Very subtle, yet precisely something that innumerable perfumes could not replace. He did not withdraw his hand; instead, he put his hand in his pocket, watching the person steadily coming down the stairs. Sharon Sheridan was initially quite excited, stepping faster than usual, but after a couple of steps, she slowed down, thinking of something. With the half-support of Yousa, she reached the living room. She gazed at the pair standing like a wall, showing an extraordinarily loving smile. Poe Vaughn spoke, "Grandma." Ava clearly saw Sharon Sheridan’s face instantly become tender, as if the once stern figure suddenly appeared amiable. The contrast was striking. It made her heart tremble. This old lady, she feared was only this loving towards her grandson, not to outsiders. There was no need to even think about it. Upon hearing the person beside her speak, Ava followed suit, smiling compliantly, "Grandma." Unsure whether the old lady was truly pleased with her or just on account of this person, Ava did what she should. Just like a job, she would not allow any faults to be found with her performance. Sharon Sheridan came in front of them, looked at Poe Vaughn’s sculpted face, then at the gracefully smiling and well-behaved Ava, and nodded with a smile, "Not bad, not bad." Her eyes shifted back and forth between the two as her smile deepened, etched with a few more lines and deepening considerably. Initially, Ava doubted Poe Vaughn’s words, but now, looking at the old lady right before her, seeing the satisfaction in her eyes, and her fondness. She was certain she hadn’t misjudged. The old lady was indeed satisfied with her. How...is this possible? "Madam, I’ll go make some tea." Seeing Sharon Sheridan engrossed in watching Poe Vaughn and Ava, Yousa spoke with a smile. Upon hearing Yousa’s words, Sharon Sheridan suddenly remembered her granddaughter-in-law still standing there. Quickly, she said, "Come, sit down, let Grandma have a good look at you." Sharon Sheridan’s hand fell on Ava’s hand, pulling her along to sit beside her. If Ava weren’t particularly professional, she almost would have slipped and widened her eyes. This big family’s old lady, was she genuinely so warm? Ava instinctively glanced at Poe Vaughn, but he didn’t look at her; instead, he sat on the sofa. Completely ignoring her. In an instant, the bright sky in Ava’s heart turned gloomy. This person was really cold! Relying on him was no use; she had to rely on herself. Ava rolled her eyes internally, showing Sharon Sheridan an especially sensible and sweet smile, and then, following Sharon Sheridan, sat on the sofa. "Child, how old are you this year?" Sharon Sheridan patted Ava’s hand affectionately after pulling her to her side, asking with a persistent smile. The smile on her face showed no sign of fading; instead, it became even deeper and more sincere. Ava answered obediently, "I’m twenty-six this year." "August twenty-second." "Then in the lunar calendar it would be..." Sharon Sheridan started thinking. Ava said, "July twenty-fourth." "Ah, July twenty-fourth, isn’t that next month?" "Then, Grandma must give you a good birthday celebration." Ava had never been particular about holidays. To her, every holiday—including her own birthday—was just like any other day. If others didn’t mention it, she would even forget. Sharon Sheridan’s questions made her guess that she wanted to know her birth date for matching compatibility with Poe Vaughn. After all, big families cared about such things; birthdates needed to be aligned. But unexpectedly, this conversation shifted to her birthday. Ava paused, then blinked her eyelashes, stating politely, "There’s no need, Grandma, I don’t celebrate birthdays." She didn’t celebrate birthdays—they were a hassle. She didn’t like them. "Child, how can you not celebrate birthdays? It’s a very important day. You don’t have to worry, Grandma will handle everything for you." "When the time comes, just come with little Poe." As she spoke, Sharon Sheridan’s gaze fell upon Poe Vaughn’s face. Official source is N0v3l.Fiɾe.net