It turned out to be a call from Ana Lise. Instinctively, Abigail glanced at Sean. When their gazes met, her troubled yet expectant expression was visible to him. She wanted to urge him, but after parting her lips, she said nothing.

“Grandma…” Turning and leaving, Abigail answered the call and closed the office door.

“Abby, have you picked Sean up?” Ana Lise inquired.

The sky was darkening. Ana Lise’s eyesight worsened in low light; she didn't want Abigail to worry. Her only wish was to see Abigail and Sean get along, but she didn't know if she'd ever meet their child.

Her thoughts wandered until Abigail called her name several times.

“Huh? What did you say?”

“I said Sean’s in a meeting, so I’ll have to wait. Grandma, if you’re hungry, eat first. No need to wait for us.” Abigail glanced at the clock.

She didn't know when Sean would finish work—or, more accurately, when he'd stop giving her trouble. No matter what, she'd drag him home to meet Ana Lise, even if she had to knock him unconscious.

“It’s okay. I’m not hungry. I’ll wait for you both. Take care,” Ana Lise said.

“Got it, Grandma.” Abigail nodded. Then, hastily, “Grandma, if the food gets cold, don't heat it up yourself. I’ll do it when I get back, okay?” She feared Ana Lise didn't know how to use the gas stove.

“All right. Don’t worry. I won’t touch it.”

Abigail sighed in relief. After ending the call, she waited patiently at the entrance.

Cameron arrived to report on some work. He briefly greeted Abigail with a “Hello, Mrs. Graham,” then entered the office. After Sean signed the documents, he said, “Mr. Graham, about the meeting in 10 minutes—”

“Cancel it. Change it to an online video conference tonight,” Sean said, signing firmly.

In all his years working with Sean, Sean had always finished work on time; he was a very strict person. This meeting was important—their first official meeting with partners, followed by a dinner where Sean would serve the guests personally. Its importance was undeniable.

However, Cameron didn't dare ask questions. He simply asked, “When will you be free tonight?”

Sean’s pen paused. “I’m not sure.”

Troubled, Cameron replied, “I see.”

After signing the documents, Sean grabbed his coat and left. As he opened the door, Abigail, who had been eavesdropping, stumbled forward. Sean didn't move, and she fell into his arms.

It looked deliberate.

Sean lowered his head. A panicked yet pretty face was reflected in his dark eyes.

“Um… You’re done already?” Abigail regained her balance, looking at him blankly.

“Yes,” he replied, but he didn't seem eager to talk.

“Let’s go home, then!” Overjoyed, she smiled brightly.

Sean felt something odd stir within him. Us… home… She seemed like a child waiting for her parents.

Worried about Ana Lise, Abigail, ignoring physical niceties, pulled Sean along.

Cameron watched his boss rush out, suddenly understanding why he'd canceled the important meeting. They were a very affectionate couple; he knew better than to interfere. He braced himself for the inevitable reprimands from the partners.

Abigail drove home quickly. Sean, working on his iPad, asked nonchalantly, “What happened to Grandma?”

She whipped her head around, shocked. She hadn't expected his concern. “Her diabetes is serious; she might lose her sight. She already has trouble seeing.”

Sean didn't respond, seemingly focused on his iPad. She didn't know if he was listening or just being polite.

“Grandma hid it because she didn't want me to worry, so don’t tell her,” Abigail said anxiously.

This time, Sean replied, “Okay.”

The car fell silent. At her home, Abigail took a deep breath, nervous about Sean’s acting abilities. She mentally prepared herself for five minutes, yet hesitated to enter.

He frowned slightly. Without waiting, he took her hand and used her thumbprint to unlock the door.

“Wait, I—” Before Abigail could protest, she heard him say softly, “Grandma, we’re home.”

His voice was warm and gentle, unlike usual.

“Sean! Hurry, you must be so hungry! Come eat!” Ana Lise was waiting. She stood to greet them, but had trouble getting up from the low couch.

Sean quickly helped her. “If you want to visit, just call. Abby and I will pick you up. We’ll worry if you come alone.”

His concern was evident. Abigail’s eyes welled up. That was the extent of Sean's capabilities; his charm was undeniable. She’d never heard him speak so much at once.

This revised version corrects grammatical errors, improves sentence structure, and clarifies the narrative flow. The awkward phrasing and repetition have been significantly reduced. I have also removed the asterisks from the censored words as they were unnecessary given the context.