The interior of the residence was extraordinarily luxurious, lined with European-style crystal chandeliers over ten meters high. The walls were inlaid with brownish marble, and in the center of the house was a revolving staircase made of Southeast Asian rosewood.
The curtains in the living room were halfway closed blocking most of the sunlight. The beams of light that made it into the room had added to the house a sense of mystery.
The surrounding silence was appalling, and even the sound of the clock's brass pendulum could be clearly heard.
Charlotte cautiously walked into the living room but didn't even see a single person. As Jacqueline said, Stephanie had asked to see her alone.
A "dang" sound.
The giant clock hit twelve o'clock and made a crystal clear sound.
Charlotte was taken aback, and her heartbeat rose sharply as she covered her chest and looked around nervously. Her eyes fell on a slight open door not far away, and through the veil hanging from which there appeared to be someone inside, and she slowly walked over.
As she approached, a low, stern, cold voice came from inside.
"Come on in."
Charlotte took a deep breath, adjusted her breathing, and her lips twisted in the curve of a smile that she is always good at.
She pushed open the door, only to see Stephanie sitting upright on the sofa, wearing a light blue dress, cozy yet classy. Although she looked thin, she seemed to be in good health. Her hair was combed meticulously, and looked serious and majestic.
The Stephanie in front of her certainly did not look like she was already at the terminal stage of her cancer.
Charlotte called out respectfully, "Hello, Grandma." She thought about it, but could not think of a more appropriate way to call her. It was better to just call her Grandma directly.
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