Alex reached for the glass of fruit juice in front of Grandpa, but Grandpa beat him to it, lifting it to his mouth before Alex could reach it.
He never liked to share his fruit juice during his quiet time like this, and Alex knew it. He shook his head and casually beckoned one of the maids. "Bring me a drinking glass."
As the maid went to get the drinking glass, the old man removed his reading glasses, placing them safely in a case after setting down his half-empty glass.
Alex's behavior this morning was strange, deserving the old man's complete attention.
"What makes you think I'm going to share my juice with you?" Grandpa asked sarcastically, and Alex waved dismissively.
"You can't drink all that sugar alone." He was teasing the old man but due to the seriousness in his tone, the old man rather took it seriously.
Furrowing his brows, he was slightly annoyed. "This is natural. I made it myself. Why would you drink it when you hate sugar?"