"No, I meant this. See, Grandpa? We have different kinds of wine that you like."

A gleam appeared in Calvert's eyes. He looked eager to say something, but when his gaze fell on Brian, his mood soured again.

"Did you buy the wine for me?"

“No. Brian actually asked his friends to seek out the best brands from different parts of the world."

Rosalynn placed the wine back in the bag and walked over to the old man.