Walter looked at the text Grace sent him. The corners of his mouth curved slightly. Then, he took a screenshot and forwarded it to Natalie.


    Walter: "Should I go see Mrs. Langley Senior?"


    Natalie: "Go see her."


    Walter: "Alright."


    Walter put away his phone and messaged Grace, "Mrs. Langley Senior, please share your location."


    Grace sent her location to him right away.


    Walter didn''t reply again. He slipped his phone into his pocket and left the hotel.


    William had told the hotel manager to look after Walter. As soon as Walter left the lobby, the manager handed him a set of car keys.


    "Mr. Watson, Mr. Walker said you can use this car."


    "Thank you."


    Walter took the keys, unlocked the car, and got in. He followed the navigation straight to Hector Private Hospital.


    After searching for a while, he finally arrived at the door of Grace''s hospital room. Then, he pressed the record button on the device in his pocket and knocked on the door.


    "Come in," someone said.


    Walter opened the door and went inside.


    It was a VIP suite with a soft andfortable bed. The headboard was brightly colored, and a wall painting was above it. A vase of vibrant red roses that looked freshly cut was on each side of the bed.


    Red roses were Grace''s favorite flowers.


    Arge television was opposite the bed. The remote control was ced beside the bed, making it easy for Grace to reach.


    The couch held several pillows and a few cute cartoon plush dolls. The coffee table disyed someics and candy. Next to it stood a small snack shelf filled with all kinds of snacks popr with children.


    The curtains were a mix of sky blue and pink. Behind them was ayer of white gauze that fluttered in the wind. The sunlight danced on the fabric, making the whole scene feel lively and energetic.


    This suite looked nothing like a typical VIP hospital room. It resembled a cozy bedroom for a little girl.


    However, Gracey on therge bed with the nket covering her entire head. There was barely any movement underneath.


    Charlotte was seated in front of the bed, peeling an apple.


    Walter didn''t know Charlotte, but Charlotte knew him. She set down the apple and fruit knife when she saw him enter. She stood up and gave him a warm and polite smile.


    "You must be Mr. Watson. Hello, I''m Charlotte Kennedy, Natalie''s biological mother."


    "Hello, Mrs. Walker." Walter hurriedly reached out and shook Charlotte''s hand.


    "Please sit down. Make yourselffortable," Charlotte said with a warm smile. "Mr. Watson, I know about you. You have a very good rtionship with my daughter."


    "Yes. Natalie is my benefactor," Walter replied as he sat down. "What happened to Mrs. Langley Senior?" Walter didn''t mention Grace had texted him. He just stared at her under the nket with curiosity.


    "Grace''s mind is like that of a child. When Natalie took her out, she suddenly ran out and got into a car ident."


    Charlotte sighed. "She''s older now, and her body''s fragile. Thankfully, the ident wasn''t too serious. If it had been, we''d be worried sick, especially Natalie. She might even me me for bringing Grace to Dithoria.


    "I feel sad and guilty, so I''ve been here caring for her. Natalie always says Grace is the only one in the Langley family who truly cares for her. If anything happened to Grace, Natalie might lose her will to live. I just found my daughter. I can''t bear the thought of losing her again.


    "So, I won''t allow anything to happen to Grace, no matter what price I have to pay."


    Charlotte looked worried and remorseful. "This is all my fault. If I hadn''t insisted on bringing Grace from Amberton to Dithoria, she wouldn''t have had the ident. I''m very worried and afraid right now. I''m afraid Natalie will me me for what happened and refuse to acknowledge me as her mother."


    As she spoke, her eyes reddened slightly, and tears began streaming down her cheeks.


    "Mr. Watson, you''re like a friend who grew up with Natalie. Could you please speak in front of her on my behalf? Tell her not to me me. As for Grace, I''ll take good care of her so Natalie won''t worry. If anything should happen to Grace, then I''ll die with her."


    Walter felt this was a bit too much. "Mrs. Walker, Mrs. Langley Senior is blessed. She''ll be alright. Natalie has gone so long without her parents'' love. She''ll understand how much you and Mr. Walker cherish and care about her."


    Walter spoke earnestly. He reached out to pull the nket down a little. Grace''s head suddenly appeared before them.


    "Mrs. Langley Senior, how are you feeling? Is there any difort? Don''t worry, Dithoria has excellent medical resources. You''ll be fine."


    Walter examined Grace''s expression closely. Her face was somewhat pale, and there was a flicker of resentment in her eyes that disappeared so fast he thought he might have imagined it.


    "Mrs. Langley Senior, are you alright?" he asked.


    Grace slowly sat up and looked at Walter. Her lips trembled, and then big teardrops rolled down her cheeks.


    "Nattie won''te to see me. Walter, has she abandoned me? Did I do something wrong that made her hate me?"


    "Grace, Nattie doesn''t hate you."


    Charlotte spoke first before Walter could respond. She took hold of Grace''s hand. Her own eyes were even redder, and tears streamed down her cheeks even faster.


    "Nattie is mad at me. She mes me for bringing you to Dithoria and failing to protect you. She is upset with me now. I feel so sad and miserable.


    "Grace, please don''t me Nattie. It''s all my fault. I was wrong. Please don''t me her.


    "I''ve been worried about your condition day and night. Nattie wouldn''t acknowledge me as her mother if anything happened to you. She values you more than she values me."


    Charlotte burst into sobs. "Mr. Watson, please persuade Grace. Tell her not to me me. I finally found my daughter. We haven''t enjoyed any time together, and I haven''t made amends to her. Am I going to lose my own daughter again because of this?"


    Walter''s expression turned serious. He looked at Grace and said, "Mrs. Langley Senior, you''ve never been unreasonable. It isn''t Mrs. Walker''s fault. Surely you won''t me her, right?"


    Walter had long suspected Grace was faking her illness, but he had never found any proof.


    Last time, she called to insist he note to Dithoria, which confirmed his suspicions. Now, she told him by text toe get her out of the hospital, and her tone sounded perfectly normal.


    "I don''t care. I don''t care. I want Nattie. I want Nattie!" Grace shouted, gripping Walter''s arms so hard that her nails dug into his skin. "I need Nattie to see me right now!"


    "My life is so miserable..." Charlotte wailed even louder as she forcefully pried Grace''s hands off Walter. "Grace, please, give me back my daughter!"


    Charlotte dropped to her knees, bowing her head against the bed and knocking it repeatedly.