True Fated Marriage novel Chapter 619

The Old Master smiled. "It doesn't matter if you don't give it to her. You can wear it yourself too. I didn't take responsibility for her and she didn't have a sense of responsibility for you sisters either. If you are willing to give it to her, then you can give it. If you don't want to give it to her, then don't."

After Grace listened to these words, there was an unspeakable feeling in her heart.

Grace took the matter on its merits. "She was stronger than you; at least she raised us for more than ten years."

The Old Master laughed at himself. "Speaking of which, I raised your uncle. Your mother also stayed by my side for a few years. It's a pity that fate makes a fool out of people."

Grace was tired at this point. She took off the bracelet and put it back in the box. Then she said, "You should give this heirloom to my aunt."

The Old Master was startled. He looked at Grace, suddenly understanding the meaning behind her words.

He forced a smile. "You are a benevolent child. True, it would be good for your aunt. She fulfilled her duties to the Lowe family. She took care of your uncle and your cousin all these years. She was also a good and filial person to me."

"Then just give it to her," Grace said. She felt that it was not necessary for her mother to have it; it would be better for her aunt to keep it instead so that it could be passed down from generation to generation.

The Old Master said, "It's your choice. Girl, there are a few title deeds in the box. Keep them safe too."

Grace frowned again and asked, "What's this for?"

The Old Master said, "Take it! Those are for all of you. There's no point in me keeping them anymore. I'll give them to all of you. Later, a lawyer will reach out to you all and assist with the procedures. I've already left a will."

Grace looked at him. "I don't want them."

Master Lowe replied, "If you don't want them, then donate them after you receive them. It would also be better than losing them to someone else."

"You can make a will to donate it instead of using us to do it for you." Grace felt that it was an unnecessary move.

The Old Master of the Lowe family looked fatigued. "I am more than willing to do that but I am unable to do so now. I am so grateful that you heard me out."

Grace's eyes narrowed and she felt something gripping her heart. It was so tight that she felt suffocated.

She said in a trembling voice, "I don't want to stay here and I don't want to leave any regrets."

The Old Master suddenly asked again, and as he spoke, he couldn't help but cough. "Could, could you call me 'grandfather'?"

Grace froze. Her entire body felt as though the energy was sapped out of it. The feeling was too overwhelming, making her momentarily lose her mind. She actually didn't know how to react.

Call him grandfather?

That was extremely difficult.

She sympathized with her grandmother's experience in her heart, so she was very angry with the Old Master.

She couldn't say it.

The Old Master also knew Grace's feelings, more or less. After he made such a request, he laughed at himself with selfmockery. "Forget it, forget it, I should be satisfied now. You could listen to a few of my words by my side so that's already more than enough. It's time for me to go to Marilyn."

As the Old Master of the Lowe family spoke, his hand touched the cinerary urn and a trace of tenderness flashed across his eyes. His hand gently caressed the urn as if he was caressing his lover's back.

Grace watched from the side and the atmosphere became silent.

She wanted to get up, but for some reason, she just felt so suffocated that she couldn't.

After three to five minutes, the Old Master suddenly closed his eyes and his lips curved into a smile. His hand, which was originally holding onto the cinerary urn also stopped moving and laid firmly on his lap.

When Grace saw that he didn't move anymore, she was shocked. She reached out her hand and pushed him saying, "Wake up!" However, there was no reply.

An inexplicable sense of fear rose in Grace's heart.

She reached out to check on the Old Master's breathing, but there was nothing.

Grace was dumbfounded. Did he pass away already?

She was terrified and her eyes widened. Suddenly, she shouted in a trembling and hoarse voice, "Someone, come over here!"