Chapter 521
“Give it a whirl,” Arabe whipped out a massager and put it on Grace’s shoulders.
In no time, Grace closed her eyes infort, “This thing is amazing! Where did you get it? Bet it cost
pretty penny.”
She’d bought a few massagers through her friends before, expensive but not too effective. However,
this one felt great, so it must’ve cost a bomb. She always felt guilty making Arabe spend money.
“Not that pricey,” Arabe set it to a hand massage mode, watching her tenderly.
Grace rxed and said, “My neck has been killing me for the past few days. I had trouble sleeping.
Your gift couldn’t havee at a better time!” Arabe frowned at this, and she addressed her
concern, “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?”
“I can’t bother you with every little thing,” Grace started, but Arabe’s slender fingers were already on
her arm.
Thankfully, it wasn’t a pathological sleep disorder.
Grace grinned, “I’m getting older, my body is going downhill, a bit of pain here and there is very normal
at this age. You’re so sweet, I’m touched. Now I can get a good night’s sleep.”
“From now on, let me know if you’re not feeling well. Don’t worry about bothering me,” Arabe
finished, she showed her how to operate the massager again, “This is the remote, there are different
modes.”
After exining, she sent a video to her phone, “In case you forget, I made a video of how to use it.
Just watch it if you forget the procedure.”
“You’re such a sweetheart!” Grace looked at her, moved.
“Also,” Arabe pulled out a sachet from the gift bag, “Hang this by your bed, it’ll help you sleep.”
Grace took the sachet and admired it, “Your handiwork is getting better and better. The swan is so
lifelike.”
“All thanks to your teaching.”
Arabe hung the sachet by the bed, there was a faint medicinal scent, veryforting.
“Also, these aramis can be used for massage, let me give it a shot.”
Seeing Arabe taking out two packs to prepare a foot massage, Grace quickly refused, “No, no, no, I
can’t let you do this.”
“I’m your granddaughter, who else should do it?”
“You’re not just my granddaughter anymore.”
“Am I not still your granddaughter?”
Arabe opened the aramis, and was about to put it on her feet.
“No way, no way, I can let you do this,” Grace kept refusing.
“Just try it, it’ll feel great!” Arabe put the aramis on old woman’s feet and started to massage them.
The olddyughed like a blooming flower, “It tickles, really tickles.”
Arabe couldn’t help butugh, “See, didn’t I tell you, it feels great, right?”
“Yes, you’re the best child!” Grace couldn’t stop smiling, feeling truly happy.
“I have another gift in there for you to check out,” Arabe said, still massaging her feet.
“Another one? How many gifts did you prepare, you little rascal!” Grace kept pulling gifts out of the box,
including a whole set of coffee brewing tools, high–end coffee beans, knee pads, steam eye masks, a
blood glucose meter, reading sses, and more.
Finally, Grace found an odd scarf in the bag.
It looked as though it was made by someone who wasn’t very good at knitting, certainly not Arabe.
With her skills, she couldn’t possibly make something like that, but it didn’t look store–bought either.
Arabe saw her confusion and calmly exined, “It’s a hot trend this year, designed by a very unique
designer. It may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but it sure stands out.”
“Oh, I see,” Grace didn’t question further and happily epted the gift.
“Also, there’s cake.”
Grace looked surprised, scanning the room, “The one on the table?”
Just as Arabe finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.
Grace was puzzled until she saw the person who walked in and ovepped with the young man in her
memories.
It was Alberto Rollins.
Time had made him calmer and steadier, with less youthful vigor but more maturity and optimism.
He was well–dressed, energetic, with a voice as deep and resonant as a bell, “Grace, long time no
see.”
His warm and enthusiastic demeanor was still imbued with his long–standing dignity and charm.
“Alberto?” Grace was surprised to see him.
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Seeing who it was, Grace beamed, “No worries, I’m grateful you coulde!”
“Grandpa Alberto, there’s a chair over there, please have a seat,” Arabe handed Grace a dry towel
for her feet and deliberately asked in front of Alberto, “Granny, you haven’t yet told us how you like
these gifts.”
“I love them, of course I do. I love brewing coffee and this set is beautiful, and these coffee beans are
my favorite. I heard this brand has stopped production; how did you manage to get it?”
Arabe smiled slightly; indeed, those coffee beans had ceased production. Last year, the owner of the
coffee beanpany got old, handed thepany to his son, but the son wasn’t good at running it,
and identally drove thepany to bankruptcy.
Alberto bought theirpany, took over their factory and form, and started production again,
producing coffee beans just for Grace.
Arabe casually said, “Thepany changed hands.”
“Then I’ll stock up in case they go out of business again!” Grace joked.
Arabe looked at her gently and assured her, “They won’t.”
In his lifetime, this production line would serve her alone.
But Grace didn’t know, she praised with a smile, “And these knee pads, blood glucose meter, reading
sses, and especially this scarf, are all very useful. You’re such a good kid, you’re so thoughtful!”
In fact, all these gifts were from Alberto, sent in Arabe’s name.
He spent two whole months knitting that scarf, stitch by stitch.
They said a scarf signified warmth and care.