Olivia got up from the couch and looked at Holly from afar. She tried to squeeze out a smile but to no avail.Holly went over to her and hugged her silently. After a while, she said, "Grandma, you have leg pain. Remember to eat your calcium supplements every day. You have to get more sunlight in the winter. "Don't stay under the air conditioner or overeat watermelon in the summer. Your stomach's weak. You shouldn't eat too many cold foods."Olivia suddenly understood everything after hearing what Holly said. Tears began streaming down her face.She wrapped her arms around Holly tightly. "Holly, oh, Holly, please stay. Please stay here, okay?"Holly was saddened. She sobbed and said, "Grandma, I… I've made up my mind."Olivia started to cry inconsolably. She hugged Holly even tighter. "Holly, our family has let you down. We've let you down. I don't want you to leave!"Holly felt as if she had been stabbed in the chest. "Thanks for everything you've done for me in the past thre

Holly suddenly raised her hand and slapped Samantha.In the two years she spent taking care of Bryce, she did a lot of physical labor, so she became quite strong over time. Samantha's strength was incomparable to hers. Her face became swollen immediately. The impact caused her to take a few steps back, and she had to hold on to a tree to regain her balance. She held her face with her hand and started to cry. Her eyes suddenly gleamed as she was crying. She yelled toward Holly's direction, "Bryce, she hit me!"Holly turned around and saw Bryce, the tall and handsome man that he was, walk toward them. He was carrying a large takeout box from a restaurant in his left hand. Holly started to feel anxious. He might not have seen Samantha hitting her, but he definitely saw her hitting Samantha. She was afraid that he would yell at her. What she feared most was seeing him defend Samantha. That would humiliate and sadden her. But she didn't say anything. She stood there quietly and

Holly had only taken a look at the painting. The men were captured before she could restore it.She was confused. "It's been so long. Why hasn't this painting been restored yet?"Annie sighed. "There are procedures for stolen art. It had to be repossessed by the national treasury before the museum could have it. "After it's been sent to the hospital, some experts have to examine it and do some research on it. Then, professional restorers have to come up with a proposal."This entire procedure took a few months. We're inviting you to restore this painting with some other restorers because you were the one who uncovered it. Naturally, it's also what Hayden wants."Holly understood that Hayden was looking out for her. The work done privately by a civilian wouldn't be as formal as work done by government officials. This restoration would put more prestige on her name, even if she didn't really need it. …When she arrived at the restoration room of the Cultural Relic Preservation

Samantha scoffed. "So what if you can keep your composure? Everything is futile because you don't have a powerful father. I'm born into privilege, and that makes me better than you. I won against you since birth!"Holly could only chuckle in exasperation."I used to envy you, but now I see how pitiful you are. Apart from having an influential father, you're worthless."Those words gravely insulted Samantha, who considered herself better than everyone.Samantha, who was already boiling with rage, suddenly blew her top. She then lifted her foot to kick Holly's leg.Holly quickly dodged backward when she heard a rush of footsteps. In the blink of an eye, she was pulled into the embrace of a tall figure.Samantha, whose kick missed Holly, was left dumbfounded as she stared at the man who appeared out of nowhere.Holly caught the familiar refreshing and warm tobacco-laced scent of a man. Looking up, she saw that it was Bryce.Quietly sighing in relief, she clutched her pounding ches

Holly was moved to tears by Sherry's gesture. Unable to reject the older woman, she sat beside her and began to earnestly select a dress.As she preferred a simple and elegant style, she chose a white gown with a slim fit and a long train. It was made of lightweight fabric as white as clouds.Sherry picked up the mouse and asked, "Are you sure you want this one?""Yes, I'm sure. Thank you, Mom.""Alright, then. I'll have someone come to take your measurements. Once we have them, we'll start the dressmaking process tomorrow. It will take quite some time to make the wedding gown.""Okay," Holly replied.While Sherry made a call and summoned her assistant, Holly glanced around the office, which was also Sherry's specious and bright design studio.There were many beautiful wedding gowns displayed on mannequins along the walls.A woman's love for wedding dresses was innate. Even Holly couldn't help but walk over to them.The impact of seeing the actual dresses was much greater than