Chapter 100 Your Mad Mother
- Victoria Bella Volkov:
- “Grandpa, you made this? For me?” I held up the soft, hand-knitted sweater he handed over. It was warm, cozy, and smelled faintly of lavender, just like his study.
- He chuckled, his wrinkled face lighting up with pride. “Of course, Bella. Only the best for my little sunshine.”