Delicate features, a rosy little face, a soft, wobbly little body—all of them running towards her in unison.
Before Grace Yakov could make sense of what was happening, the two children hugged her thighs from the left and the right, sweetly shouting, "Grandmother!"
"..." Grace Yakov's body stiffened.
She stood there dumbstruck for a full minute, unable to recover her senses.
She widened her eyes in astonishment, first looking at the children hugging her legs, then raising her head to look at the butler.
Her face was plastered with shock!
There were never any children in the Yakov family, and her daughter had been taken away from birth, never having had even one day of her care.
Now, seeing two little ones suddenly appear at home, she could not understand what in the world was going on...
The butler, who had learned the news only ten minutes before her and was still reeling, could only nod desperately when he caught Grace looking at him.
But what did his nodding mean?
