The sun cast its golden rays over the quiet neighborhood as Ken navigated his sleek sedan through the winding streets leading to the residence of Andrew's mother. The journey was filled with anticipation and a hint of anxiety, as he was about to reunite a grandmother with her long-lost grandchild.
Upon reaching the imposing gate of the well-manicured estate, Ken rolled down his window and signaled the security guard. The guard, a tall man with a stern expression, approached cautiously.
"Good afternoon, sir," Ken greeted politely.
The guard eyed him suspiciously. "Good afternoon. May I ask who you are and whom you're here to see?"
"I'm Ken. I've come to see Mrs. Thompson," he replied.
The guard hesitated. "I'm sorry, but I don't recognize you, and I haven't been informed of any visitors. Please wait here while I confirm with Mrs. Thompson."
