Old Master Grant heard this, his heart skipped a beat. Shocked, he didn't even notice the spoon in his hand, and he looked up at his granddaughter-in-law, who had a calm expression, and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "Lily, where are you going? Why so suddenly?"
"Grandpa, my mother's memorial day is coming up, I need to go back to pay my respects. Uh, I've booked an afternoon flight." Lily Shaw stood up with a smile and gently took a napkin from the bedside table to wipe off the medicinal soup that had dripped onto Old Master Grant's hand. Her movements were so light and gentle that he couldn't see any dissatisfaction within her heart.
Since Lily Shaw entered the room, Cole Sutton stood straight like a backdrop, with an amused look in his eyes watching the dutiful Lily Shaw and the still-proud Old Master Grant.
At this moment, hearing Lily Shaw's words, Cole Sutton's face changed instantly, unable to hide the shock in his eyes, while his mind was racing.
