Tristan nodded thoughtfully. "Isn't every kid at the orphanage call you Grandma? Do you still want more of that? Maybe I should sponsor a few extra?"

Violet turned away, stopping the conversation there. She knew her son all too well; if she didn't up her game, he wasn't going to listen.

When Tristan got home, he immediately locked himself in his room to dodge his mom's lectures.

But Violet wasn't about to throw in the towel.

She snagged the spare key from the maid ...