Shawn sighed softly, "Life, aging, sickness, and death are beyond human control. There''s nothing we can do about it."


    "Ah." Delh wiped the corner of her eyes.


    Shawn raised his hand and patted his wife''s shoulder. Then, something urred to him, and he said, "By the way, I think I saw Summer at the airport."


    At the mention of Summer, Delh was momentarily stunned, then lifted her head, "Could you have been mistaken?"


    Shawn shook his head, "I don''t think so. After all, she was part of our lives for over a decade."


    "Uh... Why would she be at the airport? Did she know we wereing?" Delh wondered, puzzled. As the eldest granddaughter, she should have been observing the week-long mourning period for the elderly family member who had passed away.


    Shawn thought about the direction he had inadvertently nced at and then said, "It doesn''t seem like it."


    Every time Delh thought about the things Summer had done in the past, she felt a blockage in her heart and didn''t want to mention her anymore, "Let''s just leave it. As long as she doesn''t bother our family again, she can do whatever she likes."


    "Right." Shawn nodded, no longer bringing up the topic.


    **


    When Mirabe went to James''s room, Wyatt had also returned.


    "Ms. Mirabe, the young boy has safely made it home," he quickly said.


    Mirabe nodded her thanks, then turned to James, "Did you get the medical records?"


    "Yes." James handed her the file, "Take a look."


    "I specifically asked Dr. Erik, and he said Catherine passed away from a heart attack, with no other cause," Wyatt said on the side, as Mirabe was browsing through the medical records.


    Mirabe''s expression was somber, and she didn''t speak, only quickly flipping through the medical record book. After finishing, she picked up the printouts from the machine tests. The results matched what was recorded in the medical book.


    However, there was one blood test report that was different. Mirabe pulled out the blood test report.


    "Is there a problem?" James asked, seeing Mirabe''s action.


    "The blood viscosity of a patient who suffered a heart attack wouldn''t be this parameter. It must have been the medication I prescribed for grandmother that was tampered with," Mirabe said slowly.


    The day she went to see Catherine


    for thest time, she had checked the medication box, which only had a few pills left that seemed fine. However, Mirabe always kept track of the medication she provided Catherine, and suddenly more than half was missing, which was clearly not normal.


    Moreover, even if her medical skills werecking, ensuring Catherine lived another decade or so wouldn''t have been a problem.


    It was precisely because she was aware of these circumstances that she


    suspected there was more to it.


    And now, it seemed she was right.


    Hearing Mirabe say this, Wyatt immediately eximed in disbelief, "Who would be so heartless to target Catherine!"


    James remained silent for a moment then said, "It''s a pity that by the time I got to the hospital that day, your grandmother was already unconscious and couldn''t say anything in the end."


    Mirabe suppressed the sourness rising in her heart, "If someone was determined to see her dead, even if she were conscious, she wouldn''t have known she was being harmed."


    Even if she did know, she probably wouldn''t have said anything.


    "However, the person who could have switched Catherine''s medication without making a sound must be someone very close to her, right?" Wyatt analyzed.


    If it was indeed someone close to her who had harmed her, Catherine''s fate was truly tragic.


    At that moment, Wyatt remembered


    something and added, "By the way, Catherine was cared for by her daughter Mandy recently. The neighbors mentioned that the


    mother and daughter were often heard arguing."