Tre Mesi per Perderla per Sempre

My grandpa always bragged about being a self-proclaimed tycoon, burning through his retirement savings while trying to win over Black Rose. When Grandma got upset and threatened to kick him out of the house, she was met with a harsh shove. "If anyone's moving out, it's going to be you! This is my home!" he declared. I tried to mediate, urging Grandpa and Grandma to make peace. But Grandpa was adamant. "She has no family and no place to go. And at her age, where could she possibly head off to?" he reasoned. "If she gets hungry enough without food, she'll come back." In the end, Grandma stayed away for three months, and Grandpa spiraled into despair.