"Aunty, I know and I'll make sure I find the right man sooner," Zoey mumbled, looking 'downcast'.

"Don't fret about it. Aunty would help you search for a good man like my son."

If Zoey didn't know the underlying meaning behind her words, she'd be a fool.

'Finally, I've gotten what I came here for. I can't wait to leave this old woman,' She mumured incoherently.

"Did you say something?"

"No, Aunt, I was just wondering if your son is engaged or married," Zoey potrayed the act of a lady is distress as her eyelids drooped.

"What! No, he isn't. My son is still very single," like Zoey expected, Josh's...