Chapter 421

Chapter 421:

“I used to be taken care of by Lillian, but now I can’t take care of her. Even you, I haven’t been filial to you. I am sorry.”

“Vincent,” Grace murmured as she slowly opened her eyes. “Is it you? Are you my Vincent?”

“Yes, I am Vincent. Are you awake? Do you feel better?” When Vincent saw that Grace was awake, he quickly wiped away his tears and held the old lady’s trembling hand.

“Vincent, it’s good that you are willing to come back. I got to see you again before I die, so I won’t have any regrets before I leave,” Grace said, reaching out with difficulty to touch Vincent’s face. “I am dying. I have been struggling to survive until now. I just wanted to see you one last time and entrust Stella to you.”

Vincent’s face was full of tears. He simply nodded without saying a word. He was afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, he would cry out loud.

“At first, I always wanted to find a good man worthy of her trust to take care of her, but unfortunately, I didn’t find one. Now, I am entrusting your sister’s only child to you. You must find a good husband who will protect her, take care of her, and treat Adrian as his own...”

“Mom, don’t worry. I will make sure she lives a happy life. I have helped her find a person with whom she can spend the rest of her life. You can rest assured that she will not be wronged.” Vincent turned his face away and wiped the tears from his eyes.

“You should take good care of yourself. You will be healthy in the future, and you can also see Stella’s wedding...”

“I don’t have extravagant expectations for the wedding. I just hope that you will be happy and healthy. Don’t let me worry. Alright, I am tired. I want to sleep for a while.”

“Mom, have a good rest. I will go out first.” After that, Vincent left the ward and sighed deeply.

When Grace went to sleep, it was unlikely that she would ever wake up again.

“Uncle,” Stella called out to Vincent. “How is Grandma doing?”

I∆t€$† ¢н∆ρŧεґš ¡и g풶l푛ovєl푆.헰om “She was awake, but then she felt very sleepy and fell asleep again. Maybe... maybe it will be soon.” Vincent walked over to RK and sat down.

“How could it be? Grandma was fine when I came to see her last time. We were still chatting...” As Stella spoke, her voice gradually grew weaker until she fell silent.

They all knew Grace would probably leave this time.

“Well, you can go back and rest. I will inform you if anything happens to her.”

“No, I won’t leave. Grandma is still in danger. I can’t leave.” Stella looked stubborn.

“It’s almost dawn. Let her stay until then,” RK suggested tactfully.

Vincent didn’t say anything, which was a tacit admission. The three of them stayed until dawn.

After daybreak, RK went downstairs to buy breakfast. Stella and Vincent remained seated in the corridor. The sun shone into the corridor as Stella walked into the ICU to take a look.

Grace’s breathing was very weak. Seeing that the equipment was all functioning normally, Stella breathed a sigh of relief.

Grace was still there, lying in bed. “Grandma? Grandma, it’s time for breakfast.” Stella’s tone was very tentative, for fear of scaring Grace.

“Hmm?” Grace opened her eyes with difficulty. “Grandma, are you feeling better? Do you want some water?”

Grace nodded. Stella poured a glass of water from the side and fed it to her grandmother.

“Stella... Your uncle... is back... I... I can... leave with peace of mind...” Grace’s breathing was weak, and her words were short and intermittent.

“Grandma, don’t say that. You will live to be a hundred years old, and you will surely get better,” Stella said, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Your uncle will take good care of you... With him looking after you, I will be at ease when I leave...”

“Don’t say that, Grandma.” Stella struggled to hold back her tears. “I don’t believe it. You were still healthy over the last few days.

How can you suddenly fall seriously ill? I refuse to believe that. You will surely recover.”

“Alright, alright, I won’t say it anymore... You... you... be strong. Listen to me and don’t cry, okay...” Grace struggled to help Stella wipe away her tears. “I will take you to the countryside to catch fish and cool off next year...”

“Yes.” Tears continued to stream down Stella’s cheeks as she looked at her grandmother and nodded.

“In the future, when I am not with you... you should take care of yourself and Adrian... Remember my words and find a good man worthy of you who can take care of you... In this way, I can rest assured.”

“Okay.” Stella kept nodding.

“I am tired and want to sleep for a while... You go out and have breakfast first.” With that, Grace slowly closed her eyes.

When Stella walked out of the ward, she looked back. Once Grace fell asleep, there would be almost no chance of her waking up again. Stella took one last look at her kind grandmother. She hadn’t been able to stay with Grace well for so many years.

Not long after she returned, Grace was going to leave. God always refused to give repentant people a chance.

Stella turned and walked out of the ward, then closed the door.

Goodbye, Grandma.

At about 9:00 AM, when the line on the equipment went flat, Grace left peacefully. Vincent, RK, and Stella stood in front of her for a long time until her body grew cold and stiff.

“Grandma, take care,” Stella murmured as she bowed deeply to her grandmother.

“Mom, take care.” Vincent bowed to Grace.

“Grandma, take care.” RK also bowed.

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