James wasn't about to back down. He taunted Jase, "You think I'm afraid of you? Let's go, old man! Don't think just because you were in the military, you have better stamina than me. Come on, let's see who's better!"

The two men, their combined age nearing two hundred years, fought like children, the scene growing increasingly ridiculous. Ronald and Walter calmly sipped their coffee, observing the bickering duo rehash decades-old grievances, each exposing the other's flaws with astonishing detail. Every fight was a nostalgic journey down memory lane.

Watching them, Walter turned to Ronald, puzzled. "What exactly are they fighting about this time?"

Ronald mused for a moment. "I believe it's about Jase's granddaughter-in-law. That's what started it."

Walter's eye twitched as the fight intensified. He sighed. "Let them fight. Anyone who tries to break them up is asking for trouble."

When Jeremiah and Yvette entered, Jase and James were exhausted, clutching each other's thinning hair. They glared, silently challenging one another.

Seeing them, Walter rushed over. "Stop it! Jeremiah and his girlfriend are here. You'll both lose face!"

Walter and Ronald knew better; Jase and James cared little for appearances. They'd stop only when satisfied, leaving their intervention futile.

Jeremiah and Yvette watched the spectacle unfold. While still holding Jase's hair, James greeted Yvette. "Yvette, you're here! Have a seat. Let me finish this fight with your grandpa, then I'll properly welcome you." He glared at Jase, brimming with determination.

Jase leaned over James's shoulder. "Sit, Yev. Grandpa's busy; have coffee with Walter and Mr. Terrell."

Jeremiah introduced Yvette. "Walter, Mr. Terrell, this is my girlfriend, Yvette."

Yvette politely greeted them. Jeremiah had already briefed her on their prominence. Ronald and Walter smiled kindly. "Hello, Yvette. Make yourself at home."

Yvette's blue eyes were cold and impassive. Raising an eyebrow, she tilted her chin towards the combatants. "Guess who will win?"

Those five words froze Jase and James, even surprising Walter and Ronald. Was she mediating, or adding fuel to the fire?

Jeremiah chuckled. "It's a tie; both will get hurt. No one wins."

The combatants stopped, ignoring the scattered hair and scratches. The battle, though not brutal, had been thorough. James held Jase's white hair. "You let go first, and I will. You said you'd keep your word."

Jase snorted. "If I let go, you'll pull more hair. Let's count to three and let go together."

James, sensing his disadvantage, knew his usual trick wouldn't work this time. They counted to three and released their grip simultaneously, panting.

Ronald and Walter observed the depleted hair of the two men. Jase, regaining his strength, was helped up by Jeremiah. "Grandpa, you're still going strong."

Jase proudly raised an eyebrow. "Of course! Just look at who your grandpa is!"

James, in worse condition, panted heavily. Seeing Jase's care made him feel sad. He lowered his head, then heard a cool female voice. "Grandpa." The words filled him with joy.

The scene was peculiar to Ronald and Walter.

After dinner, an awkward atmosphere settled. They couldn't believe Owens' fawning over Yvette, serving her and barely eating himself, a scene that made everyone but Jeremiah uncomfortable.

Jase leaned on his cane, wondering about Owens' attention. Could it be because she's a Siren? But isn't that excessive?

James, noticing the stares, calmly poured Yvette more coffee.

Yvette thanked him. Jeremiah sat beside her, glancing at her. It’s good for her to have someone care about her; she deserves it.

James patted her. "No need to be polite with grandpa."

Jase fumed. Why do those two look like the family here?

James turned to Ronald and Walter. "Where are the welcome gifts? Bring them out."

Ronald and Walter had already given Yvette a gift; the other was for his newly recognized granddaughter. But she's not even here; to whom do we give it?

Walter frowned. "Owens, your granddaughter isn't here. Who should we give it to?"

James laughed, raising his chin. "Who says she hasn't arrived? Just bring it out."

Walter and Ronald retrieved the gifts, valuable items whose access required a receipt and specialized security.

James gave the box to Yvette. "Granddaughter, here's a gift from them. Accept it for now; grandpa has plenty more at his place."

Jase, Ronald, and Walter were stunned. What did we just hear? Owens said this is for Yvette; does that mean she's his newly recognized granddaughter?