The front camera of the phone automatically recognizes Mr. Blake's face and unlocks the photo album, which contains all of his granddaughter Grace Foster's photos.
Starting from when she was just born with red cheeks and limbs, to when she was one month old, growing up to be white, tender, and chubby. All of her crying, fussing, laughing, eating, and sleeping moments have been captured until she was six months old.
After that, there were no new photos in the album until recently when new pictures were added. Now, three and a half years old, Grace has grown up proportionally with almost no change except for being unusually thin. However, the Foster family started giving her proper nutrition, making her look healthier and rounder in the recent photos.
For the past three years, both the Foster and the Leaf families have been searching for Grace. The Leaf family decided not to reveal this information immediately to avoid upsetting Mrs. Blake.
As the elevator reached the first floor, Mr. Blake wiped the corner of his eye with his sleeve, put away his phone, and walked out of the elevator. The driver opened the car door for him, and Mr. Blake instructed him to go to the hospital.
On the way, Mr. Blake noticed a silver M3 BMW drive past them, driven by a man with a handsome face. He wondered if that could be his father's car but dismissed the thought since his father disliked speeding.
When the man arrived at the Leaf Group headquarters, he asked the guard about his father's whereabouts and learned that he was headed towards the hospital. Concerned, he wondered if something had happened.
Meanwhile, Grace woke up from her nap around noon and saw her grandmother beside her. She greeted her with a sweet voice, and Mr. Blake asked if she had enough sleep. Grace confirmed she had and then turned her attention to her mother on the hospital bed.
Although her mother did not respond, Grace was not sad. She focused on her mother's hand with the intravenous drip, noticing the multiple needle marks. Mrs. Blake reassured her that once her mother woke up, she wouldn't need the drips anymore.
Hearing the word "eat," Grace's stomach growled, and she mentioned that her piggy backpack had snacks. Mrs. Blake suggested they eat together, and they moved to the guest hall for lunch. Grace eagerly shared her snacks with her grandmother.
Mrs. Blake was touched by Grace's willingness to share her limited food and drinks. When Grace offered her cow's milk, thinking it wasn't enough for adults, Mrs. Blake declined, saying she didn't like cow's milk. Grace was surprised but accepted it and drank the milk herself.
Grace Foster gazed in disbelief, her round eyes wide with surprise: "Grandma doesn't like it?"
To the little milk baby, milk was precious and delicious!
During her time at the orphanage, she couldn't even drink a sip of milk.
Mrs. Blake looked at her, expecting her to try and persuade her to like milk. Instead, she heard her say:
"What does Grandma like?"
Grace Foster's little face was filled with earnestness, "Next time, Grace will bring Grandma's favorite!"
Mrs. Blake was taken aback for a moment, an unnamed warm current silently flowing into her heart. She bent down slightly and hugged the little milk baby, "Thank you, Grace, it's not necessary."
"It's no trouble." Grace Foster patted her pig-shaped backpack, "Grandma, Grace's backpack is big! And there are even bigger backpacks!"
The little milk baby was so enthusiastic and sincere that Mrs. Blake couldn't bear to refuse her again. After some thought, she asked, "Grace, does your family have coffee?"
Grace Foster nodded vigorously, "Yes! Black and thick, like the brothers often drink."
Mrs. Blake ruffled her hair and smiled slightly, "Then next time, bring me coffee."
"Okay~" Grace Foster remembered, her little mouth muttering, "Next time, bring Grandma black coffee~"
Mrs. Blake couldn't help but smile as she listened to her soft and sweet voice.
The milk in the bottle had cooled, so Miss Lu took it to heat up.
Mrs. Blake fed her some other food first, being very careful.
Grace Foster ate happily, taking small bites.
Miss Lu brought back the heated milk and handed it to her: "Miss, be careful of the heat."
"Thank you, big sister~" Grace Foster happily hugged the milk bottle, taking a tentative sip, "It's not hot~ just warm~"
Miss Lu laughed, "That's good."
Grace Foster held the milk bottle, drinking the milk with relish, her round eyes closing contentedly, like a satisfied little cat.
Mrs. Blake couldn't help but laugh softly, looking at her with increasing affection.
Meanwhile, Mr. Blake arrived at Hui Kang Hospital from the Blake Group.
As the car approached the hospital entrance, Mr. Blake glanced out and saw a conspicuous McLaren parked discreetly in the hospital's parking lot.
He noted the license plate, confirming it was William Foster's car.
Through the McLaren's windshield, he could see a dignified figure sitting in the driver's seat.
As the car entered the hospital grounds, Mr. Blake turned his attention back inside, asking, "How long has he been waiting at the hospital entrance?"
In the front seat, his special assistant, Jihan, turned halfway around and replied respectfully, "Sir, Mr. Foster has been waiting for over two hours."
Mr. Blake fell silent again.
The car drove into the parking lot and stopped next to the M3 BMW.
Not waiting for his assistant to open the door, Mr. Blake got out of the car, his posture straight and his steps steady as he walked towards the private elevator for the Blake family.
The elevator went directly to the top floor.
As the elevator doors opened, Mr. Blake suddenly felt hesitant, wondering if he should inform his wife before seeing his granddaughter after so long.
His assistant, Jihan, kept the elevator door open, patiently waiting for Mr. Blake to step out without urging him.
After nearly a minute, Mr. Blake finally walked out of the elevator.
The corridor was as quiet as ever.
Unsure whether it was due to the excellent soundproofing of the room or the actual quietness inside, Mr. Blake heard no sounds from the room.
He unconsciously lightened his footsteps, already walking very quietly, as he approached the room. His steps slowed even more as he got closer.
He stopped just before the door, contemplating his approach. He pulled out his phone and used the dark screen as a mirror to check his appearance.
Jihan quickly found a small mirror in his briefcase and handed it to Mr. Blake without a word, understanding the need for silence.
Mr. Blake accepted the mirror and checked himself again. Satisfied with his appearance, he turned his attention back to the door.
Inside the room, Grace Foster had finished her bottle of milk and continued to eat the delicious food on the table with her grandmother.
The food here was also colorful, fragrant, and tasty, making her very satisfied.
Suddenly, Grace Foster's little ears twitched as she heard footsteps outside. She looked curiously at the door but saw no one through the small window.
The footsteps were faint, as if they had moved away.
Grace Foster wondered if she had misheard and returned to her meal.
Outside, Grace Foster's round eyes looked up at the small window in the door, but no one appeared.
The footsteps were barely audible, seeming to recede further. Grace Foster was puzzled but continued eating.
With the little milk baby's company, Mrs. Blake ate more than usual, stopping only when Grace Foster said she was full.
Mrs. Blake wiped Grace Foster's mouth with a handkerchief, and the little girl remained still, very obedient.
After wiping her mouth, Mrs. Blake instructed Miss Lu to clean up.
Miss Lu agreed but then hesitated, asking, "Ma'am, should we prepare lunch for the old master? He left the group about half an hour ago and should be here by now."
Mrs. Blake was puzzled by his unexpected visit and checked her phone for any messages from him.
Usually, he would inform her in advance when he planned to come to the hospital.
Miss Lu mentioned that the old master had left the group half an hour ago, which should have been enough time to arrive.
Grace Foster, sitting on the sofa, noticed something and looked up at the small window in the door.
She saw a head appear in the window and, confused, tugged on her grandmother's clothes to point it out.