True Fated Marriage novel Chapter 618

As soon as Heinz saw that, he knew that Grace couldn't leave. The Old Master was obviously well prepared.

He must have wanted to say a few words to Grace alone that day.

Perhaps the Old Master knew that Grace was the elder sister, and Alice was too young to be able to make a decision.

Heinz prompted everyone again, "Let's go out."

Madam Lowe also quickly came back to her senses. "Yes, let's all leave first."

Very soon, everyone left.

Only the Old Master and Grace were left in the front hall.

Grace stood far away; they were a few meters apart.

The Old Master was holding the cinerary urn in his hands as he looked at it. His eyes were full of complex emotions.

After a long time, the Old Master slowly nodded and looked over in Grace's direction.

He said, "That was a little too much.' Grace glanced at him faintly without saying anything, but she still walked over. She stood still in front of the Old Master, looking at the ashes of her grandmother placed on his legs, feeling some sort of obligation.

She endured it for a long time, took a deep breath and then asked, "What do you want to say? Just say it."

The Old Master looked at her, holding the ashes in his arms. "These are real. The previous one was a fake."

Grace was taken aback and she pursed her lips. She did not answer, but did not refute it either.

The Old Master sighed and said slowly, with worry and helplessness in his voice, "In my whole life, there are only three people whom I feel sorry for."

It was obvious that Grace had no interest in knowing. "I'm not interested to know who you've offended."

The Old Master smiled wryly. "That's right, I know you're all not interested. It's just that I'm on the brink of death and people give pretty speeches on their deathbed. Just bear with it and listen to me."

Grace was staggered for a while and had nothing else to say.

He said, "The first person is your grandmother. Then, your mother and your uncle." Master Lowe frowned. His white eyebrows furrowed, adding years onto his age.

He gazed at the person in front of him; there was a struggle in his eyes.

Grace still had an indifferent attitude.

"You were the one who caused this."

"I was also helpless at that time." The Old Master said, "I couldn't wrong the child who was in front of me. I thought your grandmother would eventually understand me, but in the end, she still couldn't."

Grace asked with a smile, "What you just said - so it's still my grandmother's fault? You left me here to hear your accusations about my grandmother? Is it appropriate for you to do this to her? Don't you think you are cruel?"

He replied, "That's not what I mean." The Old Master touched the cinerary urn placed on his leg. He sighed again then said, "I don't blame your grandmother for that. I'm just blaming myself."

Grace said coldly, "I can't see it. You don't seem like a person who admits to their own mistakes!"

The Old Master nodded, admitting it, "That's true. I have never been that type of person."

Grace sneered. "Ha! It's obvious."

The Old Master said to her, "So, I want to apologize to you all before I leave. In the future, tell your mother that I'm sorry the next time you see her."

Grace stiffened and frowned. Thinking of her mother, the woman who had just left like that, her feelings were complicated.

"Why should I help you relay that message?"

"This is for your mother." The Old Master pointed to the box next to him. He did not care whether Grace would accept or reject it, but entrusted it to her nonetheless.