"You don't have anything," I reply. "I'm not laughing at you, but at Marta. Come on, have breakfast and let's go, we're running late, your boys have been in their cars out there for more than half an hour. By the way, Grandpa," I turn to him as he enters at that moment, "are your boys or my husband's boys going to keep following me?"

"Both," he replies categorically. "If you separate, what will happen? I don't want to take any risks with that mother you have."

"Grandpa, don't exaggerate! Mum doesn't like me, but it's not that bad."

"Are you sure about that? I'm not, so leave my men...