Chapter 558


    “You should take good care of him; all his hair has turned white.”


    This wouldn’t have happened if he wasn’t overwhelmed with grief.


    Romeo, knowing the pain of losing a loved one, gently touched Arabe’s head and said, “You should


    take good care of him now.”


    “I’ll do my best.”


    The day after the funeral, Arabe visited the ce where her grandmother used to live.


    The garden was neglected; most of the nts were withered, and the cobblestone path was covered


    with fallen leaves and wilted flowers. It was as if everything had lost its vitality after her grandmother’s


    departure.


    Arabe had the whole vi cleaned up, then she went to her grandmother’s room. She twisted the wall


    This room contained all of her grandmother’s treasured belongings. Some were valuable items that


    Arabe had given her; some were her own property and other stuff; and some were her lifetime


    collections.


    These were all gifts left for Arabe.


    There was also a safe in the corner. Arabe entered the password, and after sessful verification,


    she took out the contents.


    It was a ring that her grandmother intended to give to Romeo, but now her grandmother was no longer


    with them.


    It took Arabe a long time to open her backpack and pack everything in. These were things her


    grandmother had protected with her life; she definitely couldn’t leave them for Attlee and his gang.


    In the hidden room, Arabe also found a big box. Inside were all the doodles she had drawn from


    childhood until now and letters she had written to her grandmother.


    The letters mentioned that when she grew up, she would take her grandmother around the world to


    give her a better life.


    Upon seeing these, Arabe felt a lump in her throat. She didn’t expect her grandmother to treasure


    these naive promises, storing, them in the hidden room.


    In her grandmother’s heart, her granddaughter must be more important than any treasure, right?


    With this thought, Arabe remembered the kind old woman and their past life together.


    Finally, she slung the backpack over her shoulder, picked up the box, and after restoring the wardrobe


    to its original position, she went downstairs and handed the box to her servant.


    “Take it to Vi Cascada, to my bedroom.”


    “Did Grace leave you so many valuable things?” Arabe’s servant, wide–eyed and incredulous, took


    the box and couldn’t help but lift the lid to peek inside. “What’s this? Drawings by kindergarten kids?”


    There were many other things in the box, including handmade items she had given her grandmother


    when she was a child and small gifts she had made herself. All were preserved intact in the box.


    “Yes.” Arabe didn’t say much but looked nostalgically at everything in the vi and said, “Remember


    to change the locks after you finish cleaning.”


    She absolutely couldn’t let Ynda have the chance toe in.


    “Notify the property management about Ynda.”


    She absolutely couldn’t let her take advantage of the situation!


    “Attlee, that fool, must have been here before. There are traces everywhere of him rummaging through


    things.” Arabe’s servant also couldn’t understand; they never thought there could be such a person in


    the world.


    Arabe’s eyes grew cold. Attlee would never know that there was a secret room behind her


    grandmother’s wardrobe.


    That’s why they couldn’t find any valuables here before.


    “Did your grandmother also leave this vi to you?”


    “Yes.”


    But if she could, Arabe didn’t want any of her grandmother’s belongings; she just wished her


    grandmother could be alive and living a good life.


    After leaving the vi, Arabe got in the car and handed the ring to Romeo, saying, “This is a gift from


    my grandmother to her future grandson–inw.”


    Romeo didn’t expect that her grandmother had prepared a gift for him before her death, and he felt a


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    bit sad.


    “You should keep it.” Arabe leaned back in the seat and thought of the past again, feeling even more


    upset.


    This long summer vacation wasing to an end.


    About a week before the start of school, Arabe suddenly received a phone call.


    “Ms. Be, pleasee quickly; Mr. Rollins is going to do something foolish! No matter how I persuade


    him, he won’t listen to me!”


    Romeo, who was by her side, asked softly after she finished the call, “What’s wrong?”


    “I need to go to Switzend.” Arabe got up to go, looking very anxious. “Grandpa Alberto is in


    trouble.”


    “I’ll go with you.”


    Romeo provided a private jet, and they arrived at Alberto’s private estate as quickly as possible.


    The butler rushed up and said, “Ms. Be, Mr. Rollins is not doing well! This is?”


    “Romeo, my fiancé.” Arabe was brief and clear and quickly moved forward, asking, “What happened


    to Grandpa Alberto?”


    The butler nodded to Romeo, then followed Arabe: “Since Mr. Rollins returned from the funeral, he


    often doesn’t eat, sleep, or drink water. He just stares at Grace’s photo.”


    Arabe entered the hall, and many servants immediately bowed to greet her. It was clear that she had


    been here before; the servants knew her and respected her.


    Arabe nodded in response, then quickly entered the elevator. “And then?”


    The butler pressed the second floor, then continued, “Every time you call to check on him, Mr. Rollins


    pretends he’s fine, but he’s really not. He didn’t let us tell you; he just keeps saying he doesn’t want to


    live, that living is meaningless.”


    Why would this happen?


    Arabe called him every day, sometimes even video calling.


    “I forgot to tell you.” The butler added, “Every time he video calls, he has someone do his makeup to


    make him look more lively.”


    Because of the phone screen and because Alberto always kept his distance from the camera, either


    pretending to be gardening or showing Arabe the scenery of the estate, coupled with his deliberately


    heartyughter, Arabe really didn’t notice his abnormality.


    It’s been a hot minute since Grandma’s funeral, and all Arabe knew was that, post–funeral, Alberto


    had given Attlee a piece of his mind at the station.


    Attlee wasn’t her grandma’s biological son, so she didn’t sweat it too much.


    Looking back now, it seemed Grandpa Alberto both chewed out Attlee and put Olga through the


    wringer, all while checking up on her daily over the phone, reminding her of things, almost like he was


    dropping hints about hisst words.


    She knew Grandpa Alberto was going to shack up in Switzend, but Arabe didn’t think twice about


    it because he had properties all over the ce, sometimes jetting off to Dawnstar, sometimes to Italy.


    But Arabe totally didn’t see iting that there was aw in Switzend, which was exactly why


    Grandpa Alberto came here!


    The butler added, “Mr. Rollins stopped eating, stopped drinking, and then applied for euthanasia.”


    In most countries, euthanasia is a no–go!


    But in Switzend, applying for euthanasia is legit, but the person had to do it themselves. If someone


    else lent a hand, that’s straight–up murder.