Grace Foster blinked her round eyes, answering her question: "Grace wants to see Mommy."
"See mom?"
The female assistant was puzzled.
Mr. Foster had not yet divorced from Miss Blake, and he had already found a stepmother for the little miss?
This is too outrageous! Miss Blake is still in the hospital, unconscious, while Mr. Foster...
The female assistant's eyes were red with anger, but she forced herself to calm down and asked gently, "Little miss, where do you want to see your mother?"
"Hospital," Grace Foster looked ahead at the long road they had to walk, "Bye bye, big sister."
She bid farewell to her and continued walking.
"Wait! Little miss!"
The female assistant realized she misunderstood and that the little miss didn't have a stepmother. She wanted to go to the hospital to visit Miss Blake!
"The old lady is also going to the hospital. You can go with her," the female assistant quickly stopped her, "Little miss, the old lady is your grandmother."
"Grandmother?" This term was unfamiliar to Grace Foster, and she had no memory of her grandmother.
The female assistant's phone rang, and it was the old lady calling.
In the phone, a woman's impatient voice asked, "What's the situation? Why is it taking so long?"
"I'm on my way back now, ma'am!" the female assistant said excitedly before hanging up.
She turned to the little girl, "Little miss, please come with me. I'll take you to see your grandmother and your mother in the hospital."
Grace Foster frowned at the unfamiliar big sister and finally showed some caution.
She shook her head firmly, "I don't know you, so I can't go with you."
"I am the old lady's assistant, your grandmother's assistant." The female assistant opened her phone's photo album, found an old family photo of the Blake family, and showed it to her:
"Little miss, look, this is your mother, this is your grandmother and grandfather, these are your uncles, and this little baby, do you see? That's you."
The female assistant enlarged the photo as much as possible and explained each person to Grace Foster, who listened attentively.
She didn't know any of these people except for the woman holding the baby, who looked exactly like the photos of her mother that her father had shown her before.
Grace Foster, holding Snowy, couldn't use her hands, so she just stared at the photos and asked in a soft, slightly confused voice, "This is... Mommy? This is Grace?"
"Yes, indeed, little miss!" The female assistant smiled at her, "I'll take you to see your grandmother. She's in that black car over there."
She pointed in the direction of the black car, which was a Maserati.
Grace Foster hesitated, looking at the womGraced then the car, "Big sister won't lie to Grace, right?"
"Of course not, little miss!" the female assistant assured her.
Grace Foster looked down at Snowy and whispered, "Snowy, cGrace An believe big sister?"
Snowy, wary of the female assistant, used its remaining spiritual energy to sense that she was telling the truth.
It relaxed against Grace Foster and said, "Grace, you can believe her. She's your grandmother's assistant and knows your mother."
With Snowy's assurance, Grace Foster looked up at the womGraced said, "Then please take me to see my grandmother and my mother at the hospital."
The female assistant almost jumped at Snowy's sudden squawk. She thought Snowy was just a large plush goose toy!
The female assistant composed herself and led the way, "Okay, little miss, please follow me."
As the little girl was safely escorted away by the reliable-looking woman in a business suit, traffic resumed its normal flow, and the Maserati joined the road.
The driver saw the female assistant with a child and looked surprised as he pulled over.
The female assistant carefully guided Grace Foster to the car and opened the front passenger door before turning to the old lady in the back seat, excitedly saying, "Old lady! I met the little miss!"
Mrs. Blake, who had been resting her eyes in the back seat, looked up with an impatient expression due to the long delay, "Little miss? What little miss?"
"Why, the little miss of Miss Blake, your granddaughter!"
Mrs. Blake was taken aback, momentarily unable to think clearly until she followed the female assistant's words and looked outside the car.
Her gaze fell upon a small, familiar face. She was reminded of her own daughter, Evelyn Blake, when she was a child.
As she looked closer, she realized that the little girl was not entirely like Evelyn. Grace Foster's face was rounder, with bright, round black eyes and a small mouth pursed in caution.
"An... Grace?"
Mrs. Blake hadn't said that name in almost three years, and it felt strange to speak it again.
Only a few years ago, she could only hold a baby, and now that baby had become a three-and-a-half-year-old toddler.
Grace Foster, holding Snowy, tilted her head and asked, "Are you Grace's grandmother?"
Her soft, childlike voice was sweet and tender, making Mrs. Blake feel like she was enveloped in a fluffy, sweet cotton candy.
She was overwhelmed with emotion, feeling both soft and fragile as her eyes welled up with tears.
Mrs. Blake struggled to get out of the car, supported by the female assistant, and squatted down in front of Grace Foster.
Her vision blurred, but she couldn't take her eyes off the little girl, "She looks so much like her mother. Even more than when she was a baby."
Mrs. Blake said, "It's so much like her, so much alike."
Grace Foster, who wanted to wipe Mrs. Blake's tears, couldn't because she was holding Snowy in her arms. She said, "No crying, no crying."
Mrs. Blake wiped away her tears and lifted the corners of her mouth, saying, "Okay, no crying."
The female assistant said, "Madam, it's windy outside. Please get in the car with the little miss first."
Mrs. Blake nodded lightly, took a deep breath, and stretched out her hands to Grace Foster, saying, "I'll carry you."
Grace Foster looked at the car, which was a bit high for her, and nodded her small head, saying, "Okay~"
Mrs. Blake put Grace Foster on the back seat of the car and then got in herself. The female assistant closed the rear door and got into the passenger seat.
The driver looked at the rearview mirror, waiting for Mrs. Blake's orders. Mrs. Blake took a handkerchief and dabbed at the corners of her eyes, fixing her gaze on Grace Foster. After a while, she finally came to terms with the news of "meeting her granddaughter" and shifted her attention to Grace Foster's backpack and the Snowy toy she was holding.
Mrs. Blake turned to look out of the car window again, seeing no other members of the Foster family on the road. The female assistant noticed her searching gaze and immediately said, "Madam, only the little miss is here. There are no other Foster family members."
Mrs. Blake frowned fiercely, her red lips tightly closed, not daring to scold the Foster family in front of Grace Foster.
Grace Foster's round eyes looked at her grandmother, then at the big sister in the passenger seat, and then at the driver uncle, and said earnestly, "Grace wants to go to the hospital to see her mom. After seeing her mom, she has to go home. She can't be late. Po Po will worry."
From Grace Foster's words, Mrs. Blake learned that Grace Foster knew her mother was in the hospital and that Grace Foster had left home secretly.
The female assistant quietly asked, "Madam, do we need to contact the Foster family first?"
Grace Foster was alone when she left the Foster family, and the Foster family must be in chaos by now.
Mrs. Blake snorted, her smile not reaching her eyes. With a kidnapping case three years ago, the Foster family still let Grace Foster leave alone. If Grace Foster hadn't been there, Mrs. Blake would have scolded the Foster family harshly. But she wouldn't contact them.
Let the Foster family find her themselves!
The female assistant observed Mrs. Blake's expression and nodded, understanding her meaning. Mrs. Blake put her hand gently on Grace Foster's head and said, "Drive to the hospital."
The driver immediately responded, "Yes, Madam!"
The parked M3 restarted and continued driving towards the hospital. Mrs. Blake sat sideways, her gaze always fixed on Grace Foster, sometimes tearing up, sometimes smiling.
Grace Foster's piglet-shaped backpack was placed next to the seat. She sat obediently, holding Snowy in her arms. Snowy, knowing that the female assistant was the grandmother's assistant, completely relaxed and fell asleep like Grace Foster's silver bracelets that had run out of spiritual energy.
Feeling her grandmother's constant gaze, Grace Foster felt a bit strange and shy. She puffed up her cheeks slightly, as if gathering courage, and then turned her small head and asked in a soft voice, "Why does Grandma keep looking at Grace?"
Mrs. Blake smiled at Grace Foster's blushing face and said, "Sorry, it was rude of me."
She then straightened her body slightly, but her head kept turning towards Grace Foster. Three years ago, the day her daughter and granddaughter had the accident, Mrs. Blake never wanted to recall it. It was as if mentioning "Grace" would bring back those painful memories.
After that day, whenever someone mentioned "Grace" in front of Mrs. Blake, she would feel dizzy and faint, leading to a blackout. Eventually, the Blake family stopped talking about Grace Foster to avoid triggering Mrs. Blake's condition. They even cut ties with the Foster family, treating them worse than enemies.
Mrs. Blake's gaze didn't leave Grace Foster, afraid that this was all a dream. She called out to the female assistant, "Lucy."
The female assistant, Lucy, was startled when she heard Mrs. Blake call her name and quickly turned around, responding, "Yes, Madam."
A slender, white hand with some age spots stretched out from the back seat. Mrs. Blake said, "Pinch me."
Lucy's face turned pale, shaking her head and waving her hands. She said, "No, Madam."
She knew Mrs. Blake was worried that Grace Foster's appearance might be an illusion, as it had happened before. During that time, Mrs. Blake's emotions were very unstable, often pretending to be Grace Foster when she was alone.
Later, the Blake family invited a psychologist who prescribed medicine for Mrs. Blake, and she stopped having illusions. Since then, no one in the Blake family was allowed to mention Grace Foster.
Lucy's voice choked up as she gently held Mrs. Blake's hand and said, "Madam, the little miss has really returned. The Foster family found her not long ago and even held a party for her."
Mrs. Blake's mood didn't improve because of Lucy's words. She felt cold and thought about how the Foster family let Grace Foster leave alone soon after finding her.
Grace Foster heard the big sister mention the party and frowned. She looked up at her grandmother and asked, "Why didn't Grandma come to the party?"
The Blake family had received the invitation but destroyed it to prevent Mrs. Blake from getting upset again.
Lucy looked at Mrs. Blake guiltily. Realizing what had happened, Mrs. Blake glared at Lucy and then looked at Grace Foster with a warm and apologetic smile, saying, "I'm sorry, Grace. I will definitely attend your next party."
Grace Foster nodded her small head seriously and said, "Okay, Grace forgives Grandma. Grandma has to come next time."
"Good, next time for sure." Mrs. Blake smiled warmly.
The atmosphere in the M3 was warm and harmonious, while the situation at Sea Bay Mansion was chaotic.