Chapter 521

“Give it a whirl,” Arabella whipped out a massager and put it on Grace’s shoulders.

In no time, Grace closed her eyes in comfort, “This thing is amazing! Where did you get it? Bet it cost

pretty penny.”

She’d bought a few massagers through her friends before, expensive but not too effective. However,

this one felt great, so it must’ve cost a bomb. She always felt guilty making Arabella spend money.

“Not that pricey,” Arabella set it to a hand massage mode, watching her tenderly.

Grace relaxed and said, “My neck has been killing me for the past few days. I had trouble sleeping.

Your gift couldn’t have come at a better time!” Arabella frowned at this, and she addressed her

concern, “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?”

“I can’t bother you with every little thing,” Grace started, but Arabella’s slender fingers were already on

her arm.

Thankfully, it wasn’t a pathological sleep disorder.

Grace grinned, “I’m getting older, my body is going downhill, a bit of pain here and there is very normal

at this age. You’re so sweet, I’m touched. Now I can get a good night’s sleep.”

“From now on, let me know if you’re not feeling well. Don’t worry about bothering me,” Arabella

finished, she showed her how to operate the massager again, “This is the remote, there are different

modes.”

After explaining, she sent a video to her phone, “In case you forget, I made a video of how to use it.

Just watch it if you forget the procedure.”

“You’re such a sweetheart!” Grace looked at her, moved.

“Also,” Arabella pulled out a sachet from the gift bag, “Hang this by your bed, it’ll help you sleep.”

Grace took the sachet and admired it, “Your handiwork is getting better and better. The swan is so

lifelike.”

“All thanks to your teaching.”

Arabella hung the sachet by the bed, there was a faint medicinal scent, very comforting.

“Also, these aramis can be used for massage, let me give it a shot.”

Seeing Arabella taking out two packs to prepare a foot massage, Grace quickly refused, “No, no, no, I

can’t let you do this.”

“I’m your granddaughter, who else should do it?”

“You’re not just my granddaughter anymore.”

“Am I not still your granddaughter?”

Arabella opened the aramis, and was about to put it on her feet.

“No way, no way, I can let you do this,” Grace kept refusing.

“Just try it, it’ll feel great!” Arabella put the aramis on old woman’s feet and started to massage them.

The old lady laughed like a blooming flower, “It tickles, really tickles.”

Arabella couldn’t help but laugh, “See, didn’t I tell you, it feels great, right?”

“Yes, you’re the best child!” Grace couldn’t stop smiling, feeling truly happy.

“I have another gift in there for you to check out,” Arabella said, still massaging her feet.

“Another one? How many gifts did you prepare, you little rascal!” Grace kept pulling gifts out of the box,

including a whole set of coffee brewing tools, high–end coffee beans, knee pads, steam eye masks, a

blood glucose meter, reading glasses, and more.

Finally, Grace found an odd scarf in the bag.

It looked as though it was made by someone who wasn’t very good at knitting, certainly not Arabella.

With her skills, she couldn’t possibly make something like that, but it didn’t look store–bought either.

Arabella saw her confusion and calmly explained, “It’s a hot trend this year, designed by a very unique

designer. It may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but it sure stands out.”

“Oh, I see,” Grace didn’t question further and happily accepted the gift.

“Also, there’s cake.”

Grace looked surprised, scanning the room, “The one on the table?”

Just as Arabella finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Grace was puzzled until she saw the person who walked in and overlapped with the young man in her

memories.

It was Alberto Rollins.

Time had made him calmer and steadier, with less youthful vigor but more maturity and optimism.

He was well–dressed, energetic, with a voice as deep and resonant as a bell, “Grace, long time no

see.”

His warm and enthusiastic demeanor was still imbued with his long–standing dignity and charm.

“Alberto?” Grace was surprised to see him.

Seeing who it was, Grace beamed, “No worries, I’m grateful you could come!”

“Grandpa Alberto, there’s a chair over there, please have a seat,” Arabella handed Grace a dry towel

for her feet and deliberately asked in front of Alberto, “Granny, you haven’t yet told us how you like

these gifts.”

“I love them, of course I do. I love brewing coffee and this set is beautiful, and these coffee beans are

my favorite. I heard this brand has stopped production; how did you manage to get it?”

Arabella smiled slightly; indeed, those coffee beans had ceased production. Last year, the owner of the

coffee bean company got old, handed the company to his son, but the son wasn’t good at running it,

and accidentally drove the company to bankruptcy.

Alberto bought their company, took over their factory and formula, and started production again,

producing coffee beans just for Grace.

Arabella casually said, “The company changed hands.”

“Then I’ll stock up in case they go out of business again!” Grace joked.

Arabella looked at her gently and assured her, “They won’t.”

In his lifetime, this production line would serve her alone.

But Grace didn’t know, she praised with a smile, “And these knee pads, blood glucose meter, reading

glasses, and especially this scarf, are all very useful. You’re such a good kid, you’re so thoughtful!”

In fact, all these gifts were from Alberto, sent in Arabella’s name.

He spent two whole months knitting that scarf, stitch by stitch.

They said a scarf signified warmth and care.