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“My son.” Lucas clung to my side, his little fingers curling around mine. He looked up at Grandma with wide eyes, his other hand nervously biting his index finger. “Come closer, dear,” Grandma said kindly, setting her knitting aside. Lucas hesitated, glancing up at me for reassurance. I nodded and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. Slowly, he let go and took tentative steps toward Grandma. When he reached her, she leaned down slightly and smiled. “You remind me of someone,” she said, her voice soft. “My grandson... though I can’t seem to recall his name.”

"Yes, my girl, I came to see both of you. We came because your grandma also came to see you." "Does Grandma love us too?" asks Lucas. "I have always loved you," replies Grandma as she leans in to kiss him. "You look just like your dad when he was your age." "Really, Grandma? Do I look like my dad?" asks Lucas excitedly. "And me, Grandma, who do I look like?" Lucy asks in turn. "You look a lot like your aunt, you even have dimples on your cheeks," Mrs. Thompson replies excitedly. "Really, Grandma? Why are you crying?" Lucy asks.

Noah stuttered and then looked at Katniss who responded by shrugging in obliviousness to her mum's question. "If I can recollect correctly, I do not know of any Mr. Rogers. I haven't heard of him as a member of a wealthy association, neither is he a known politician of a rich business man of any sort." Lady Lucinda said smugly with a sly smile on her face. Katniss' jaw dropped as she knew where her mum was going with this. A vivid demeanour of nervousness mixed with fear was present on her face. How could mum be so low?

Sarah whispered in disbelief. Lucy, Sarah and Ashton’s biological mother, stepped into the center of the room. She did not look toward Ashton’s bed first. Her gaze went straight to her own mother, Carol Bennet. “Since when do you think you have the right to drive away the people my son loves, Mom?” Lucy asked. She stood tall, nearly as tall as Carol, but her presence was far more dominant. “Lucy… you just arrived?” Carol tried to compose herself, though a hint of nervousness slipped into her voice. “I’m only protecting my grandson from bad influence.”

She was under his debt, that is what she thinks. Reaching back to the small apartment of Mrs Johnson, Genevieve cried and she cried a lot. She had not been going to the office so Lucy called her to ask and her answer was, "My grandmother died, Lucy." Lucy gave her condolences to the girl and hung up then informed Crawford. He could not acquaint this to the Lord right now but he thought to check up on the girl. Having the address from Lucy, he went to visit her. He slammed the door of the car and adjusted his blazer, looking towards the obsolete buildings.

, Gale meant about her ex-lover Kent, his stepbrother. Lucy quickly shook her head. He was wrong because she cursed Kent and erased him in her mind, heart, and life. "No. It's about my son. He's a big guy now and I hope I can talk to him with a lot of time." Her eyes began to be saddened. Gale holds her shoulders to support her grievances. He knows how devastated Lucy was. "You can meet Austin tomorrow make sure that no one will find out that your Lucy!", Gale told her. " Of course. I'm Greta Stone and I don't even know the girl Lucy Mason. I just resemble her." She replied at Gale and both of them made a wide smile on their faces.

"Don't worry. I'll protect her while I'm here. When I'm gone, Leroy will step in. Rest easy." He talked a while longer, then patted the headstone. "I'll be back next year." *** Five years flew by. Leroy and I had a daughter, and somehow we were still disgustingly sweet together. The little trio that used to visit Grandma's grave had officially become four. Leroy crouched down, cradling our baby. I smiled at the headstone. "Grandma, this is our daughter. Her name's Gwyneth. We want her life to be as blessed as her name."

That way, you could claim Grandma's inheritance without getting your hands dirty, while still having the moral high ground and playing the role of grieving parents who'd lost their beloved daughter! "That’s right!" Mom grinned maliciously. Her face contorted in a terrifying grimace. "But you're really tough, you miserable wretch. None of these incidents has driven you to your death!" Dad chimed in with a cold sneer. "What a good daughter we've raised. Without that final push, you wouldn't have died at all!" I looked at the three twisted faces before me—Dad, Mom, and my future mother-in-law, Anna. They were all plotting against me.

She clung desperately to the last thread of hope, convincing herself that this was all some cruel ploy of mine for attention. However, my grandmother took out all the hospital records from when I was admitted to the emergency room, right up until the day I died—fractured hand, broken spinal vertebrae, uterine prolapse, comminuted fracture from the knees down… Looking at the documents, she trembled violently. She almost couldn't hold onto the papers anymore. "No... that's impossible. Jeremy said she left on her own. How could she have ended up in the mountains?" My grandmother fixed her eyes on her. "Do you still believe anything Jeremy says? Back then, he was tricked, and Charlie only follow

"She’s my grandmother." My mouth opened, but the words got stuck in my throat. Patrea had always been nice to me, and she was the one who told me I had a way to get out and helped me make it happen. "I’ll make a deal with you. I will help you with whatever you want from me, but in return, I want you to take my grandmother away from the underworld." "Lucy is not going back to the underworld." He snapped at her, his hand on the table balling into a fist. And I could see Blade glaring at him in my peripherals.