Restaurant.

Bruce paused chewing his food and took the glass of juice on the table, taking a sip from it before he responded to Stacy’s question. "Yes, you can. Tell me, what is bothering you?” He asked.

"Can I know why you object to us ever going into the kitchen?” Stacy asked.

Bruce drank another sip from the juice slowly, more like contemplating if he should let her know or not.

A few seconds ticked by and Stacy found herself fidgeting with her fingernails as she anxiously waited for him to speak up.

"You can let it be. It's not compulsory to tell me anyway,” Stacy laughed nervously.

"Emily Yates,” Bruce voiced out, catching Stacy off guard cause she had thought he would say anything.

"Who is she? Emily Yates that is.” Stacy asked, wondering who she was to the Yates family.

"That's my granny! My daddy’s mummy! She was very beautiful and stunning when she was alive, mummy,” Cherry chirped in, and Stacy’s mouth formed a big O when she realized that Emily Yates was actually B