Jenna frowned. "Was it a licensed cab?"

Grandma Blanche and Grandpa Harrison exchanged glances.

Licensed cab?

What did she mean?

Grandpa Harrison gave a vague response.

Jenna nodded knowingly. "They must have rigged the meter. The longer the detour, the more they earn. These drivers are ruthless. If I ever catch one, I'll report them immediately."

Grandma Blanche forced a laugh. "At our age, we don't pay much attention to these things."

"You should be more assertive when taking cabs," Jenna said seriously. "That way, drivers won't dare take advantage of you."

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. The driver must have targeted them because they were elderly.

Preying on seniors was downright despicable.

Grandpa Harrison nodded repeatedly. "You're absolutely right, Jenna. We'll be more careful next time."

Grandma Blanche changed the subject. "Did you message your brother?"

"I texted him," Jenna checked her phone. "He should be here soon."

Beverly Hills was far, but Milo's school was nearby. He could arrive within half an hour.

"Let's go inside and wait." Grandma Blanche tugged Jenna toward the entrance.

Grandpa Harrison watched their linked hands with a pang of jealousy.

Usually, Grandma Blanche would loop her arm through his.

Now, she'd abandoned him without a second thought.

He sighed inwardly.

For his grandson's future happiness, he'd endure it.

A server led them to a private dining room.

Grandma Blanche handed the menu to Jenna. "Order whatever you like, dear."

"You choose, Grandma," Jenna declined politely. "I'm not picky."

Knowing she was being considerate, Grandma Blanche didn't insist.

When Grandma Blanche proceeded to order over a dozen dishes, Jenna quickly intervened. "Grandma, that's too much. We can't finish all this."

More importantly, the prices here were outrageous.

A simple tomato omelet cost over a hundred dollars. Steamed pork ribs were priced at three hundred. It was practically daylight robbery.

Grandma Blanche smiled warmly. "My pension just came in. Treating you is no trouble at all. Don't worry about it."

Jenna sighed inwardly.

Letting seniors spend their pension money on meals didn't sit right with her.

Fine. She'd pay the bill later.

After pouring tea, the server excused himself.

Jenna suddenly remembered something. "Shouldn't we wait for Ethan before ordering?"