Sally stood aside, giving Mnie space to get to her grandfather.


    However, Mnie felt her steps were heavy, as though rocks were tied to her legs. She looked at her grandfather on the hospital bed.


    Her grandfather had apanied her through her childhood, stepping on puddles in the rain and flying kites during sunny days.


    He even read her bedtime stories and made her paper nes.


    When Albert was young, he was handsome and charming. His outstanding genes could be seen in Dn and Mnie.


    Mnie stood by the bed. Her hands were trembling as she stared at the old man before her. The stroke had distorted half of his face, and even his mouth was nted in a weird angle.


    However, her grandfather still moved his lips as though he had many things to say to Mnie.


    Mnie found it difficult to understand what he was talking about with the oxygen mask covering his mouth and his distorted facial features.


    Anxious, Albert stared straight into Mnie’s eyes with his cloudy eyes. A tear rolled down the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes.


    Mnie’s eyes were red as she held back her tears, afraid of showing her vulnerable side before Albert.


    She could only bear her sorrow and wipe her grandfather’s tears with a piece of tissue as she tried to make herself sound calm. “Grandpa, you’re already in your 70s. Why are you still crying like a baby?”


    Albert lifted his finger but said nothing. All he did was hint Mnie to look at it.


    Startled, she soon realized what Albert meant and ced her palm under his finger.


    Albert’s fingers could only move a little. He wrote each word slowly, but it was still difficult for him. When he finished the whole sentence, his hand fell on the bed, and he closed his eyes tiredly.


    Before Mnie left the hospital, she looked for a caretaker for her grandfather.


    Albert had written on her hand, asking her to return to the nursing home and open the second drawer in his closet.


    Mnie did not know why. Her head felt heavy as she drove back. Yana had returned to LeapCo.


    At the nursing home, she opened the drawer her grandfather mentioned and took out a small box. The emotions Mnie suppressed along the way surged through her.


    She sat on the ground, leaning against the closet with the box in her arms. She buried her head between her knees and let her tears flow.


    The box Albert left for her contained two bank cards with notes stuck on them.


    On the notes was Albert’s writing. One wasbeled as ‘Mnie’s wedding gift,‘ and the other wasbeled ‘Also Mnie’s.‘


    Behind it was a row of new writing. Maybe Albert added this sentence recently. On the note was ‘Don’t give this to your mother because I’ve already given her hers‘.


    Mnie hugged the box as she cried silently in grief.


    She rubbed the bank cards and could imagine the scene of her grandfather writing the notes seriously on his study table.


    Mnie stayed in her grandfather’s room until it was dark before leaving. She knew why Albert wanted her to take the bank cards. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to live until the day he could tell her about it.


    He was afraid Mnie would have no one to rely on if he died.


    Then, Mnie drove back to the hospital. Albert had already gone to bed, and the caretaker was there to take care of him. Mnie did not disturb them.


    She stood at the door for a while before turning around and leaving.


    When she was back home, Mnie never expected the management staff to be at her door, waiting for her.


    She stopped and asked, “May I know if you’re waiting for me?”


    The staff saw her and took out a document. “Hello, are you renting your house out? We’re here to take down the details.”


    Mnie was startled. “Rent?”


    Chapter <b>252 </b>