"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.

“Do you need me to call Dr. Walters over?" Stevie asked with concern. Robin waved his hand dismissively. "No need.”

Just then, a servant came in and announced, “Sir, Miss Armstrong is here."

Robin felt inexplicably annoyed when he heard this.

“What is she doing here?"

“I'm not sure, sir. But she's crying. I'm afraid she might be going through something," the servant replied cautiously.

Stevie Leaned close to Robin and whispered, "I can tell her to leave.” "No, no. Let her in. Let's see what she wants to say." Robin waved his hand tiredly.

Tripp was a close friend of his. If Robin didn't take good care of his friend's granddaughter, he'd feel guilty.

"Grandpa..." Fidelia cried pitifully as soon as she entered.

“What's wrong?" Robin asked with a frown.

Seeing her like this, he felt a little impatient.

Even though Robin wasn't in good health, he still had to comfort Fidelia as tears streamed down her face.

For this exact reason, he thought Camila was much better than Fidelia. Although women looked delicate and pitiful whenever they cried, being too delicate was annoying.

Now that he was in a bad mood, he particularly did not want to comfort others. Needless to say, Robin's patience was starting to grow thin.

“Grandpa, didn't you say that you wanted to match me with Isaac?" Fidelia said, choking with sobs.

Robin inhaled deeply to calm himself down.

“Have a seat first."

“If you have something to say, just say it," Stevie reminded her. "I can't understand what you're saying when you keep crying like that."

Fidelia's eyes darted towards Stevie and then at Robin. Although Robin didn't look angry, she was smart enough to sense coldness in his demeanor. So, hearing Stevie's reminding, she wiped her tears and stopped crying.

Once she felt more relaxed, she cleared her voice and said, "Grandpa, did you know? Isaac wants to transfer me to the branch company. If he does that, I'll no longer see him! How can we grow closer if we're apart?"

When Robin heard this, he wasn't surprised.