"You should take care of your illness, get better, and then raise Grace, instead of entrusting her to me. Believe me, your disease can be cured," Finn Lewis urged.
"Young Master, I beg you, I know my own condition, it's beyond saving now, but Grace is only six years old. How can she survive in this world without me? Young Master, for your great kindness, I implore you to take her in," the woman, not heeding Finn Lewis's words, continued her pleas tirelessly.
"Master, the blanket has arrived," Number One's voice rang out.
"Bring it in," Finn Lewis didn't ask where Number One had gotten it from; as long as he didn't steal it that was fine.
Number One soon entered carrying a blanket. Finn Lewis, paying no mind to the woman still pleading beside him, simply spread the blanket out on the bed and without another word, bent over and lifted the woman horizontally into his arms.
