Mr. Grant Sr. noticed his wife silently wiping away tears while clutching her phone.
This wasn't like her.
Alarmed, he leaned over and asked, "What's wrong? Who upset you? Tell me, I'll handle it!"
Tearfully, she replied, "Miles… we're going to be great-grandparents. Ava's pregnant!"
He blinked. "Ava's… pregnant?"
She nodded, dabbing her eyes. "Yes, finally. Heaven heard our prayers. The Grant family's legacy continues."
Mr. Grant Sr., a man not known for outward emotion, was visibly moved. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to collect himself.
"I knew it. Liam survived that car crash five years ago—beat the odds. He married Ava, stood up again, and now they're having a child. Life's repaying him."
Mrs. Grant choked on her joy. "Of all the kids, Liam was the one I worried about the most."
Mr. Grant Sr. sighed, "Thank God for Ava. She's been with him through it all—quiet, steady. She saved him."
