"Thank you."
The smile on Alexa's face unconsciously widened. Kieran took out a paper bag and handed it to her.
"There is hot coffee and sandwiches inside. I made them."
"Kieran, thank you so much."
"It's my pleasure."
Kieran smiled gently, and Alexa's smile became sweeter.
"Did you sleep well last night? I didn't think it through properly. Sorry I made you suffer," Kieran said apologetically.
"No, I am the one who caused trouble for you. Grandpa must be very angry."
"Mrs. Powell of the Powell family was bullied like this. He is indeed angry. At least the Golding family can't be so arrogant anymore." Kieran said calmly.
Alexa pursed her lips. She obviously did not want to bring so much trouble to the old man.
"Alexa, those letters..."
"Those letters were written by me. When I was young, I was stupid. I always liked to dream about illusions," Alexa smiled.
"No matter what, I want you to be happy."