Only medical devices' "beep" sound responded to Grace Foster.
Grace Foster was a bit unhappy, holding her mother's hand in the hospital bed, with her little head bowed.
Meanwhile, at the entrance of the Kriton Hospital, several luxury cars were parked in a row, unable to enter the hospital.
Ms. Luxi, the female assistant, faced the Foster family people who came to demand little milk ball, with a serious expression, without fear, standing straight and confidently.
The hospital's security guards couldn't stop the bodyguards brought by the Foster family, so the private bodyguards of the Blake family were mobilized to stop them.
Lucas Foster was angry, looking at the expressionless Blake family bodyguards: "What does it mean? What do you mean? You don't even let us visit my mom usually, but now my sister is inside, I just want to see my sister, is that okay?"
The Blake family bodyguards only blocked them, letting Ms. Luxi "reason" with them.
There was no reason to argue.
Luxi answered coldly: "Master Blake, for three Blakears, the Ye and Foster families have had no conflicts. Please calm down and don't act impulsively."
"Again, it's you? Where are the other people?" Lucas Foster was angry when he saw her. Every time they came to the hospital before, they were driven away by this woman.
They couldn't even visit Evelyn Blake, their nominal mother, let alone see other Blake family members in the past three years.
"The Blake Group is busy with business, the old master, the old lady, and the young masters have no time." Luxi continued, "The hospital is not a private courtyard. There are many patients seeking medical treatment. Please leave as soon as possible to avoid affecting other patients."
Lucas Foster said: "If I'm injured, can I go in for treatment?"
Luxi remained unmoved: "There are nearly a hundred large and small hospitals in A City. Master Blake, for your safety, please go to other nearby hospitals."
Lucas Foster wanted to force his way in but was obviously not allowed!
Michael Foster pulled his sixth brother's hand to stop him and then looked at Luxi: "How much did Blake pay you? I'll give you a hundred times more to work for our Foster family, with better treatment than Blake."
If money could solve the problem, it wouldn't be a problem.
Luxi raised her chin slightly: "The old lady has helped me, and I won't repay kindness with enmity."
Michael Foster: #&%*...
Henry Foster looked at the bodyguards in front of him, seemingly calculating how much time it would take if they really fought.
Luxi noticed his intention and timely reminded him: "Miss Blake shouldn't want to see a fight between the Blake and Foster families."
Lucas Foster was angry: "You know Grace doesn't want to see it, but you still block us!"
Hard methods wouldn't work, so Henry Foster abandoned his previous idea and asked David Foster: "Third brother, if a hospital refuses to accept patients, is it illegal?"
"Hospitals refusing patients is illegal." David Foster said seriously, "Hospitals are public resources and have an obligation to serve members of society."
Unless they are patients beyond the scope of the hospital's treatment, such as special infectious diseases, refusing to accept them is not illegal.
Henry Foster took out a Swiss army knife and waved it at his sixth brother: "Sixth brother, come here."
Lucas Foster looked at the shining silver knife, hesitated, and walked towards him, then slowly extended his hand.
He swallowed and asked again: "Third brother, you're sure they can't refuse patients, right?"
David Foster looked at Luxi.
Luxi took out her mobile phone, expression calm: "I'm always ready for Master Blake."
Besides, Luxi looked at the Foster family's second son, Ethan Foster.
There was a professional doctor here. If something happened, could he really stand by and do nothing?
Lucas Foster stared in amazement: "You woman, you're too cold!"
Henry Foster put the Swiss army knife away. They couldn't really see blood; otherwise, Grace would also be upset.
Alexander Foster held Buddhist beads, slowly turning them with his fingertips, looking at the hospital building in front of him, and remained silent.
Luxi "pacified" the more impulsive young masters and turned to look at the president of the Foster Group, the former son-in-law of the Blake family, and now the son-in-law the Blake family didn't recognize.
Luxi had been in the Blake family for many years, watching the relationship between Miss Blake and President Foster from acquaintance, understanding, marriage, and childbirth. Unfortunately, the ending of Miss Blake and President Foster was not perfect.
"President Foster, I hope you don't make it difficult for us ordinary employees." Luxi bowed her head slightly, sincerely said: "Miss Blake gets along very well with the old lady. President Foster doesn't need to worry."
William Foster, upon arriving at the hospital, had already expected this.
This hospital was Blake's territory. The Blake family explicitly prohibited Foster family members from entering this hospital, which was no secret.
He also guessed that little milk ball's disappearance wasn't due to encountering bad people or wanting to run away from home.
Little milk ball just wanted to see her mother.
How could he stop that or take her back by force?
William Foster looked at his five sons: "You guys go back first. I'll stay here and wait for Grace to come out. Then I'll take her home together."
The six brothers frowned simultaneously, obviously disagreeing: "Dad..."
William Foster didn't listen to their objections: "Andrew Hale, send them away."
"Yes! President!" Andrew Hale immediately called on the Foster family's bodyguards to respectfully "escort" the young masters to leave.
The Blake family bodyguards didn't dare to take action against the Foster family's young masters, while the Foster family bodyguards would really act.
The wise choose to avoid trouble, so they reluctantly got into the car and left the hospital entrance.
Luxi sighed in relief, gratefully looked at President Foster: "Thank you for your cooperation, President Foster."
William Foster glanced at her and only said: "After Grace leaves the hospital, she can only be taken away by me."
This was the final concession.
Luxi smiled politely: "I will convey President Foster's words to the old lady."
After seeing President Foster get into that cool black McLaren and confirming that he wouldn't forcibly enter the hospital, Luxi turned around.
She told the Blake family bodyguards: "Keep guarding. Notify me immediately if there's any news about the Foster family."
"Yes!"
After dealing with the Foster family, Luxi didn't stay downstairs but entered the hospital, taking the elevator to the top floor.
As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, a nurse hurriedly approached her, quietly saying: "Sister Luxi, the old lady is..."
The old lady had been in the bathroom for half an hour, but the medical staff didn't dare to enter and ask.
Luxi reassured her: "I'll go check. Listen for my voice. If there's anything, I'll call you."
"Okay, Sister Luxi." The nurse nodded vigorously.
Luxi quickly ran towards the ward, pushed the door open, and entered.
At the same time, the door of the restroom was opened, and Mrs. Foster came out.
Grace's expression stiffened, showing concern and surprise: "Old lady..."
Mrs. Foster lifted her eyes, her gaze still wet.
Her expression had returned to its usual calmness, and her neat makeup was smudged.
She stopped walking and said in a hoarse voice: "Come here, bring me my bag."
"Yes, ma'am!"
Grace immediately recovered, picked up the limited edition luxury bag from the table, and handed it to her carefully: "Is there anything else you need me to do?"
"Get me a glass of water."
After giving the order, Mrs. Foster went back to the restroom to fix her makeup meticulously, fearing that her little granddaughter would notice something.
Grace poured a glass of warm water and waited outside the restroom, her heart still pounding.
The old lady hadn't cried for a long time, not since two and a half years ago when she was given a sedative by a doctor and fell unconscious.
Grace listened attentively to the sounds from the restroom, wondering if she should report this to the old master.
Mrs. Foster came out again, her makeup perfect except for a bit of red at the corner of her eyes. She saw Grace's worried face, took the water cup from her, and said, "Don't tell them about this."
"Them" referred to the other members of the Foster family.
Grace was startled but immediately nodded: "Yes, ma'am, I promise to keep it a secret."
"Good." Mrs. Foster drank the water and walked towards the room.
She gently turned the doorknob, pushed the door open, and looked inside. Her heart melted instantly.
Little Grace was standing beside the bed, holding the hand of the person lying there, sound asleep. Her small body was half leaning on the bed, and her little hands were under the covers, gripping the hand of the unconscious person.
Her round, big eyes were closed, and her cheek was pressed against the edge of the bed, making her little mouth pout slightly. She was sleeping deeply, unaware of anyone entering.
Mrs. Foster smiled gently, approached her granddaughter quietly, and embraced her gently. "Grace."
Grace stirred in her sleep, barely opened her eyes, and murmured "Grandma" before closing them again. The exhaustion from the morning's excitement was overwhelming her.
"My dear, let me hold you while you sleep some more," said Mrs. Foster, kissing her forehead.
Knowing that Grace wanted to hold her mother's hand, Mrs. Foster didn't pull them apart but moved a chair closer. She sat sideways and held Grace in her arms, allowing her to keep holding her mother's hand while sleeping comfortably.
Grace adjusted her position slightly, resting her head on Mrs. Foster's arm and quickly fell back asleep.
Mrs. Foster gently patted her back, looking at her alternately with love and at her daughter on the bed.
Grace, standing outside the room, peeked inside and saw the peaceful and warm scene of the three generations. She felt a sudden pang of emotion and wiped away a tear.
She remembered the Snowy on the sofa and, not wanting to disturb it, decided not to sit down. Just then, her phone rang, and she answered it respectfully, "Mr. Foster."
It seemed that the Foster family's commotion at the hospital had spread, reaching the ears of other Fosters.
In the office of the CEO of Foster Group, Mr. Foster, who should have retired long ago, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, frowning. He asked, "What happened at the hospital? Why did the Foster family go there?"
There had been no contact between the two families for several years, and their relationship was strained.
Grace couldn't hide her excitement as she shared the big news: "Sir, on her way to the hospital this morning, the old lady met little Miss Grace!"
There was a long silence on the other end. Mr. Foster asked, "Which little miss?"
"Your granddaughter, Grace!" Grace said, looking towards the room.
Another silence followed before Mr. Foster spoke again: "How's my wife's mood?"
"Sir, please be reassured. The old lady is very happy and well," Grace replied.
"Good. Inform me of any developments immediately. I'm heading to the hospital now," Mr. Foster said before hanging up.
He put on his coat and left the office, instructing his assistant to handle all matters at the company.
In the elevator, he called his driver to prepare the car and informed his son to take charge of the group's affairs.
Alone in the elevator, he tried to calm his racing thoughts. His granddaughter, Grace, was at the hospital. He couldn't wait to see her and his wife, who might be emotionally affected by the reunion.
He opened the private album on his phone, filled with pictures of his beloved granddaughter.