Old Mr. Jarvis paused, a hint of resignation in his voice, "He's gone back."
Old Mr. Quintin was taken aback, "Back already? Wasn't he supposed to stay for a couple of months? It hasn't been two months
yet."
Mr. Carnes replied, "Something cup, and he had to leave."
Old Mr. Quintin frowned, "And you just let him go?"
Old Mr. Jarvis offered a wry smile, "He's grown. What could | possibly do to stop him?"
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Old Mr. Quintin scoffed, "That's because you spoil them too much!"
Old Mr. Jarvis just chuckled, not bothering with a response.
Old Mr. Quintin continued, "And Sylvia couldn't make Gab stay?"
"The young lady went back too."
Old Mr. Quintin was about to make a snide remark but then hesitated, sighing instead, "If it would've made Gab stay, I'd have been
ready to see him marry her."
"What good would your readiness do?" Old Mr. Jarvis snorted, "Mind your own business. The year's almost over. Did Vivian say
when she'll be back?"
Their banter, sharp as it was, somehow made their disappointment and sadness a bit more bearable.
After Old Mr. Jarvis hung up and returned to his chess game, he felt as if he’d been metaphorically stabbed again, exclaiming,
"Jonathan, you tricked her, didn’t you?"
Jonathan looked innocent, "I've been going easy on her!"
Estelle boasted, "I'm about to win!"
Old Mr. Jarvis tapped her on the head, "Win? Didn't you see the trap he laid out for you? You're about to lose everything."
Estelle examined the chessboard closely, then glared at Jonathan, "That's so sneaky!"
Jonathan smiled calmly, "It's okay. If Grandpa hadn't pointed it out, | would've let you win before you noticed."
Estelle nodded, "That's more like it!"
"That's more like it!" Old Mr. larvis tapped her head again. "All this chess vou’ve learned from me. and vou still need someone to
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