The matter was urgent, so he had to go.
"It's fine, go ahead. I'll wait for you to come back."
Julius had been taking care of all the wedding preparations, so she had nothing to do with it.
Julius didn't want her stressing out over it, completely keeping her hands free from the planning.
During this time, she had dedicated herself entirely to nursing her grandfather's health. There were no major issues with his body, but his memory still hadn't returned.
However, Dewey felt that things were pretty good like this. He was slowly accepting this granddaughter of his, and he was slowly embracing his peaceful new life.
Having a tranquil life without the violence and bloodshed was actually quite nice.
Moreover, this granddaughter was incredibly good to him. She had gotten him a new ID card and bought him the latest smartphone.
She had even loaded a massive amount of money into his phone account—so much that he worried whether he'd be able to spend it all before he died.
Aside from sticking him with needles and making him drink bitter medicines, his granddaughter often took him out shopping, went on walks with him, and even drove him by the Hawthorne estate where she grew up.
But they never went inside. She told him the people in the Hawthorne family weren't good people.
Still, he couldn't remember anything at all.
He felt a little guilty toward his granddaughter.
She treated him so well, yet he had completely forgotten her. His granddaughter also mentioned that he had a daughter, promising to take him to see her once he felt better.
He wanted to go today. Since his grandson-in-law wasn't home, he wanted his granddaughter to accompany him.
Hearing her grandfather proactively ask to visit her mother, Stella agreed.
Worried about any sudden complications, she called the Manor and arranged for two bodyguards to tag along.
Stella took her grandfather to her mother's grave.



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