Chapter 1802

When Angeline, Grandma Boye, and Grandpa were dining together, Grandpa and Grandma Boye were teasing Jay.

“Angeline, when you were ill, Jay couldn’t eat or sleep for days. He became taciturn and quiet and was particularly boring,” said Grandpa.

“He was more than boring. He was like a walking dead puppy that didn’t speak or laugh. Whenever he approached, we could feel the air around him drop several degrees colder,” Grandma Boye added, “Plus, he argued with Chloe to such an extent that he was so upset we couldn’t blame him for having social anxiety.”

Angeline was utterly shocked that she dropped the utensils in her hand. “What? His social anxiety is back?”

When Jay was a child, he was known to be on the autistic spectrum.

When relatives or friends chatted happily in front of him, he would stick to doing his own thing as if he was living in his own world.

Fortunately, Boye was a doctor who could deal with these matters efficiently. “Angeline, the thing with your Jaybie happened not