Xavier agreed. He had no intention of telling Arya about it.
"You also have to keep your mouth shut about my business." Cullen said again, "I'm satisfied to see her open her mind to me in my lifetime. I still have to let you take care of her in the future..."
The days ahead were still long, and she needed someone to accompany her.
In the first half of her life, she had gone through too many hardships.
"Chief, don't say that. You'll be fine." The deputy looked a little depressed.
Cullen smiled. "It's easy to be sentimental when you're old." He took out a photo of his son, Nate, from his pocket.
He held it in his hand and looked at it carefully. "When I looked at Arya carefully today, I found that her nose and eyes looked a little like his."
"Miss Arya is a member of the Porter Family. Of course, she looks like him." The deputy replied.
Cullen rolled his eyes at the deputy. "Nonsense, Arya is not as coarse as him..."
In fact, Arya was more like Danielle.
"She is from the Porter Family, so her surname should be Porter..." The deputy said.
Cullen had thought about it, but for a moment, he didn't know how to say it...
Arya slowly leaned against the wall. Although their conversation was very subtle and they did not say anything clearly, Arya guessed what they meant.
From the moment she saw Cullen, she could feel that his look was not normal. His skin was yellow, and his eyes were a little dull, which were not good phenomena.
"Madam." Nanny Joy didn't find the phone. She was shocked to see Arya when she came back. She was relieved to see that Arya was fine. "Why are you..."
Arya reached out her hand and motioned at Nanny Joy to keep quiet.
Nanny Joy understood and came over to help her. Arya grabbed Nanny Joy's arm and caressed her own abdomen with the other. She said to herself over and over again in her heart, "Calm down. Calm down. It's okay. It's okay. Everything will be fine."
Walking back to the pavilion, Nanny Joy said, "I didn't find your phone."
Arya came back to her senses and said calmly, "Well, I've found it."
At this time, Xavier came from the other end of the corridor alone, and Cullen was not with him.
"Let's go back." Xavier walked up and picked her up.
Arya put her arms around his neck, leaned into his arms, and felt his body temperature and his heartbeat. Only then did she feel less empty in her heart.
Cullen was waiting for them to come out at the door. When he saw Xavier carrying Arya out, he asked the deputy to help him get into the car.
"Wait..."
Arya stopped the deputy and asked Xavier to put her down.
Xavier glanced at her without asking anything and bent over to put her down.
She stood on the ground, and Xavier wanted to help her, but she waved her hand and refused, and then walked towards Cullen on her own.
She walked a little slowly.
Cullen looked at her and reached out his hand to her.
Arya did not hesitate. She reached out and put her hand into his palm with wrinkles. When he held her hand, Arya could feel the warmth of his palm and the calluses.
Arya could only squat down in front of Cullen on one knee now. She looked up at him. His face was covered with deep wrinkles after he went through all the ups and downs. His black eyes were deeply sunken and his hair was gray. He was really old.
Arya put her hand at the back of his hand and wrapped his hand with her own palm. Even when he was old, his palm was bigger than Arya's, so his hand could not be completely wrapped. She only exerted a little bit of strength, as if silently telling her how excited she was at the moment.
Her throat was like being stuffed with a thick ball of cotton. Her voice was hoarse. "Grandpa... Can you forgive me that I just call you grandpa now?"
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