"I just think that whoever becomes his wife doesn't need to be particularly smart. As long as she loves him and takes good care of him, that's more than enough, don't you think?"

Robin glanced at Stevie and asked in a low voice, "Do you still want me to set up my grandson with Fidelia?"

“Well, you did promise Tripp that you'd take care of his granddaughter. You also wanted this to happen in the beginning. If you give up now, how will you explain it to Tripp?" Stevie paused for a moment before continuing, “Just think about it. Who do you think is more suitable to be with Isaac? Camila or Fidelia?"

“Ahem...” Robin started to cough violently, and Stevie quickly poured him a glass of water. "Here."

Robin drank the water, and it made him feel a bit better, but his throat still felt uncomfortable.