Chapter 912


    “I finally have a home of my own,” Nicole eximed as she looked out to sea.


    “I’m going to bring my grandma over to live with me so she can enjoy life in her golden years.” Jared


    looked at her in puzzlement.


    “It is not like you are short of money. So why didn’t you buy a house and bring your grandma over


    earlier?”


    “If it was a house in my name, Grandma would have been suspicious, which is why I dyed bringing


    her to live with me. Now it is different; the house is a gift from Grandpa, so I know how to answer if


    Grandma asks.” Nicole was happy as a child at the moment.


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    “Okay, I will go with you tomorrow to pick up your grandma.” Jared loved her so much that he would do


    anything for her. Nicole was touched and snuggled in Jared’s arms.


    “I’m grateful to have you.” Jared kissed her hair and hugged her a little tighter.


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    The next day, Jared and Nicole had breakfast and then set off for the small town where Nicole’s


    grandmother lived. The weather was clear and cloudless. Jared and Nicole sat in the car, rxing and


    listening to music.


    “I have hardly ever heard you talk about your grandma, but yesterday on the rooftop, I could tell from


    the look in your eyes that you had that affection for her that seemed to transcend the bloodline.” Jared


    looked into Nicole’s eyes.


    “I grew up in foster care in the countryside and lived with my grandma, who is my closest rtive in this


    world. In our small mountain vige, remote and poor, many children did not go to school. To make me


    literate and sessful, my grandma walked several miles to the town every day to sell baskets to


    support my study. I could not bear to see my aging grandma working so hard every day, so I said I did


    not want to go to school. The result was a furious grandmother. She did not spank me or anything, but


    hid in her room and quietly cried.


    “Since then, I have studied extra hard to give back to my grandma with my best grades. Then I studied


    computers and earned my first bucket of gold and bought her a new set of clothes, but I never saw her


    wear them. When I asked her about it, she said she had returned it, saying I shouldn’t waste money


    and that she wanted to save for my future college. I had a fight with her because of that.”


    Speaking of which, Nicole looked out of the car window, her eyes welling up. This was the first time she


    had told someone about her and her grandmother. Jared listened to Nicole’s story and felt a lump in his


    throat. He was sorry for the girl in front of him, thinking that had he met her earlier, she would not have


    to suffer so much.


    “It will be a few hours before we get there. Do you want to get some shut-eye?” Jared asked her gently.


    Nicole still did not dare to look at him. She reclined the seat and looked up at the blue sky. The car


    sped down the highway, and after a few hours of driving, it went off into a mountain road, where it was


    foggy and dewy. So Jared took off his jacket and draped it over Nicole.


    “Are we there yet?” Nicole came out of her nap and looked over at Jared.


    “We should be there soon.” She sat up straight and stretched a bit, then looked at the increasingly


    familiar scenery and opened the window to take a deep breath.


    “It still smells familiar, so fresh.”


    Passing through the town, the school where Nicole once attended had been given a new look.


    Pedestrians in the town saw a few expensive cars driving by slowly and spected which big shot was


    coming to visit. As the car drove onto a vige road, a small house came into view. Soon they arrived in


    front of the house of Nicole’s grandmother. The car slowly ground to a halt. Nicole and Jared got out


    and walked inside, where a familiar figure was weaving bamboo baskets in the middle of the courtyard.


    “Grandma.” Nicole called out as she saw her grandmother. Mrs. Wace Sr. looked up at the voice.


    “Nicole?” Nicole rushed over and took Mrs. Wace Sr.’s hand.


    ” How are you, Grandma?”


    “It is really you, Nicole.” She could not believe her eyes and looked at Nicole with amazement. She


    kept stroking Nicole’s hand and would not let go.


    “Why are you back suddenly?”