Noon the next day.
"What did you say?" Grandpa Luther looked astonished at Uncle Carlos, the usual calmness on his face replaced with disbelief.
"Sinclair hasn't gotten up yet?!"
His grandson had many quirks.
One of them was extreme self-discipline. What he implied was absolutely not meant to boast.
Ever since young, apart from falling ill, Sinclair would always wake up at a fixed time, exercise at a specified time, and go to the company at a standard time.
He was like a robot programmed with a set routine, devoid of any human touch.
Today, the 'robot' had actually woken up late? Truly a rare occurrence!
"Yes," Uncle Carlos nodded, a smile gracing his face.
"Mr. Sinclair and Ms Luther are still resting." "Good, good, the boy is showing promise."
Grandpa Luther leaned back in his chair, a rare sense of pleasure on his stern face.
"It seems that the day for me to hold my great-grandson is not far off."
