Ignoring the gazes around her, Natalie continued walking, hoping to see the one face that would welcome her with all his heart—her grandpa.
Albert's personal caretaker, Gael, approached her. "Ms. Natalie, this way, please."
Recognizing the man, she followed him. He led her directly to Albert, who seemed to be waiting just for her. He sat in his wheelchair, still unable to walk or exert himself too much after the surgery.
"Grandpa," Natalie greeted him with a smile.
"You're looking beautiful, Nat," the old man said, holding her hand.
"Thank you, Grandpa," she replied warmly.
Just then, Sephina came there, casting her usual disdainful gaze at Natalie. "So you do know how to dress properly. At least you didn't embarrass us all today with your lousy fashion sense."
"Sephina, not today," Albert interrupted, his voice firm. "She is our granddaughter."
