True Fated Marriage novel Chapter 815

That made Grace feel very gratified.

It was a very rare quality for a person to remain in good conscience, and act kindly even in the face of adversity.

Lowell's eyes were clear, and his responses were genuine.

Grace said softly, "I went to see our mother. Well, if you aren't lying to me and we truly have the same mother."

Her gaze was fixed on Lowell.

There was a flash of panic in his eyes as he asked, "Will you send me away? Will you send me over to my mother?"

He seemed a little reluctant to go.

Grace frowned as she looked at him in surprise.

When Lowell saw that Grace had remained quiet, he grew even more anxious as he asked, "Did she make you angry? Did she say anything bad when you met her? I know she won't say anything nice. Actually, she always scolds me. She said that I'm stupid, and she shouldn't have given birth to me. She's very hysterical when she scolds me. So, I'm afraid of her." "Has she suddenly changed in recent times, or has she always been like that?" Grace asked. She felt that if Candace didn't love Lowell, she wouldn't have risked her life to give birth to him at such an old age.

Lowell shook his head as he responded, "She has been like this ever since I was five years old. She used to be very kind to me, until I turned five years old. Then, she would often scold me, leave me behind, and tell me to do a lot of things."

"I didn't remember it very well. Anyway, from the time I was about five years old, I began to learn to do everything myself. I can cook and buy things on my own now. If I don't do it, she would scold me and hit me."

"Just at the age of five?"

Grace felt odd. According to Lowell's words, their mother must have found out that she was ill when he was five years old. Therefore, she began to worry about his future. Therefore, she treated him strictly.

Through this way, even if she was not there for him in the future, Lowell could still take care of himself independently.

If that was the case, it would have made sense to be explained this way.

She had less than three months to live now, and she had known already long ago that she was ill. She decided to come back for the sake of Lowell.

She was entrusting Lowell to Grace before her death.

Grace thought to herself. "Is there no one else to entrust him to? That's why she came to me."

When she thought about it, she felt sorry for Candace. On the other hand, how could Candace seek her help in such a sanctimonious way? She was going too far.

However, as she gazed at Lowell before her, who was afraid to be sent off to his mother's side, she felt even sadder as she said, "Lowell, I want to tell you that she is ill."

Lowell paused, pain evident in his eyes.

Grace's gaze was sharp as she asked, "You already knew that she was ill, don't you?"

Lowell nodded and replied, "I saw that sometimes she would take medicine, lose a lot of her hair and vomit. However, as soon as I got close to her, she would scold me. Grace, do you think that she was acting that fiercely because she knew that she was dying?"

Grace was shocked. She realized that Lowell knew everything.

She reached out and patted his foot. It was so cold. She covered him with a blanket as she spoke. "Maybe. I don't know her very well. She has been away from us for too long, and I don't know much about her anymore."

"You hate her, don't you?" Lowell asked in a low voice.

Grace shook his head and replied, "Not anymore. I won't send you off to her. Don't worry about it."

Lowell cried out in a low voice, "Is she really going to die?"

"Maybe she loves you. So, that's why you had been trained to do a lot of things by yourself before she dies. Go to bed early." Grace answered.

Lowell was stunned. He looked at Grace in confusion.

"Does she love me?"

Grace smiled bitterly and replied, "There is no mother who doesn't love her own child. Maybe she loves you in her own unique way."

At this moment, what else could she say?

She only hoped that the child in front of her was not traumatized. As for the question of whether Candace loves her children or not, it was no longer important.

Lowell pursed his lips and sighed helplessly.

"You're comforting me, right?"

Grace was surprised that he knew everything.

She smiled and answered, "I'm comforting you and myself."

Lowell didn't say anything else. He just looked up at her, and his eyes were red.

Grace paused. When she found that he was really staring at her, he asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

Lowell suddenly apologized. "I'm sorry."

Grace asked in confusion, "Lowell, why did you say that all of a sudden?"

Lowell pursed his small lips and he continued apologetically. "She treated you wrongly, yet you still treat me so well. I just feel very sorry for you."

Grace was astounded again. Lowell's emotions had been fluctuating a lot. She reached out to pinch his cheeks gently and said, "Don't be so melancholic. You are still young, and there is no need for you to worry about those things."

"You're so nice!" Lowell lowered his head, tears welling up in his eyes.

She didn't want the young child to carry such heavy psychological burden, which would give him an unhappy childhood.

He was still a child after all. He shouldn't have had to carry such a heavy burden.