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At the first hint of dawn, I got up to heat some water.After showering Grandpa, I helped him turn over, patted his back, and massaged his legs. By the time I finished changing his bedsheets, it was almost 10 AM.I had just picked up the spoon to start eating cereal when Mr. Zellen tossed a ring of keys onto the table.“The chicken coop in the backyard needs hosing down, and there’s a pile of firewood in the kitchen that needs chopping. “And the leaves in the greenhouse are covered in dust. Get them cleaned this afternoon.”I hesitated for a moment, then replied, “Mr. Zellen, I was hoping to go into the mountains today.”He raised an eyebrow. “What for?”“To gather some medicinal herbs. Grandpa’s oxygen concentrator needs replacing, and I want to save up enough money to buy him a new one.”Mr. Zellen burst out laughing as though I had just told him the funniest joke in the world.“You think Mr. Spencer Sr.’s medical supplies are your concern? The Spencer family took you in. T

The delivery workers had just carried the new oxygen concentrator into the yard when several black luxury cars pulled up outside the gate.Eliana was the first to enter.Behind her followed more than a dozen doctors in white coats, along with several people carrying imported medical equipment I could not even name.Father nodded in satisfaction. “Your grandfather’s condition needs to be handled by professionals.”Mother smiled as well. “Eliana had to turn down several important meetings just to bring these specialists here. She grew up by his side, after all. He’s always been in her thoughts.”Eliana’s expression remained indifferent as she replied, “It’s only right.”Alistair then carefully opened the rosewood box in his arms. Inside lay a wild Phoenix Root with all its tendrils intact, accompanied by a gold-plated nameplate.“Grandpa, I bought this century-old wild Phoenix Root for you at an auction. $1 million is nothing. The most important thing is you getting better.”Moth

The moment the accounting room door swung open, a musty smell wafted out. Several cardboard boxes were piled in the corner, covered in dust.Mr. Zellen blocked the doorway.“They’re all just old belongings of Mr. Spencer Sr. There’s nothing worth looking into.”Father gestured for the bodyguards to pull him aside. Eliana opened the account books herself. The very first page listed the purchase of imported incontinence pads in March, costing $2,000.I stared at the entry in disbelief.“Grandpa has never used imported incontinence pads. I’ve always made his bedding pads out of old bedsheets.”The next page showed that a senior caregiver had been hired in April, with a salary of $30,000.Mother pointed toward the two maids standing in the yard and asked, “Where is this caregiver?”The two maids shook their heads frantically.“We’re only here to do the cleaning. Master Zachary has always been the one looking after Mr. Spencer Sr.”Eliana continued flipping through the account b

Everyone was startled for a moment.Ever since Grandpa suffered his stroke, he had not spoken a single word for a very long time.However, Alistair suddenly stumbled backward.“Grandpa’s delirious. He couldn’t possibly be talking about me.”Grandpa’s finger remained pointed at him. “Bad... Bad...”I gently took Grandpa’s hand and said, “It’s okay, Grandpa. Don’t rush.”The specialist immediately stepped forward to examine him. Half an hour later, the examination results came back. Despite being bedridden for so long, Grandpa had not developed a single pressure sore.His joints were not severely stiff, and he retained a reasonable amount of strength in his leg muscles.The specialist asked, “Who usually turns him over and massages him?”I answered softly, “I do.”“I turn him over six times a day and massage him twice, once in the morning and once at night. On sunny days, I also help him sit up so he can enjoy some sunlight.”The specialist then examined the homemade care pa

The mountain air was much fresher than the air in the city.When Grandpa first arrived, everyone in the village came out to see him.My adoptive father slaughtered the old hen he had been raising for two years and dug up fresh potatoes from the back of the mountain. Then, he simmered them together in a huge pot of soup.I felt a little reluctant to see the chicken go. Still, he tapped me on the head.“That’s what we raise chickens for: to eat them. Nothing matters more than getting your grandpa back to good health.”Grandpa drank half a bowl of soup, his eyes crinkling with delight.Father and Mother came to visit every few days. At first, they brought expensive health supplements and imported medical equipment.However, after realizing Grandpa did not care for any of it, they started bringing seeds, chicks, and tools for weaving wicker baskets instead.The first time Mother tried working in the fields, she stepped into the mud and took a nasty fall.I helped her up. Her eyes