After South Grant dropped off Winston Wolfe at home, she was about to catch a ride back when her phone rang.

Seeing it was a call from Foster, she remembered how he said she talked in her sleep last night.

South Grant felt a mountain of pressure.

If she kept sharing a bed with him and didn’t change her sleep-talking habit, she’d definitely spill more secrets.

But ignoring Foster’s call didn’t feel right either.

Just as the call was about to disconnect, South Grant answered it.

"Why did it take so long?"

"Oh, I didn’t hear it. I picked up as soon as I did."

"I mean, why were you gone so long? Did someone give you a hard time?"

South Grant was taken aback; it turned out Foster was asking about that. She thought he was upset she took too long to answer his call.

"No one gave me trouble. I ran into an uncle who used to be close with my dad, so we chatted a bit."

Nathan Foster made a small noise of acknowledgment, then said:

"Where are you? I’ll come pick you up."

"No need, I know the way back to the base."

"No need to go back to the base, head to The Foster Estate."

South Grant was momentarily stunned by Nathan Foster’s words.

"Why the estate?"

"Father was discharged from the hospital, Seth is staying there too."

Upon hearing Seth would be there, South Grant immediately gave her location.

After Nathan Foster picked her up, they headed towards The Foster Estate. As they neared the entrance, Nathan Foster suddenly asked South Grant:

"If Seth and I fell into the water at the same time, who would you save?"

South Grant: "..."

Uncle, were you kicked in the head by a donkey?

Why would you ask such a childish question?

But Nathan Foster’s questions were always dangerous territory; not answering properly could lead to big trouble.

If she said she’d save Seth, he’d definitely explode.

If she said she’d save him, he’d know she was lying.

After thinking for a bit, South Grant reluctantly replied, "I can’t swim."

This was the perfect answer.

Since her brother couldn’t swim, whoever wanted to fall in could fall in!

Only to see Nathan Foster’s lips curve into a small smile.

"I can, I can teach you."

South Grant: "..."

Mister Trickster, that was your real goal, right?

"After your exams, two hours a day, I’ll personally teach you," Nathan Foster said with a smile.

"No need, Uncle, you’re too busy, don’t worry about me."

"Who’s Busy? I’m not interested in Busy, I’m only interested in you."

???

South Grant looked at Nathan Foster, filled with question marks.

Out of nowhere, she couldn’t understand what he was saying.

Watching Nathan Foster drive forward, South Grant suddenly realized what he meant.

Busy with countless tasks...

Busy... with countless tasks...

Who is Countless Tasks?

I’m dying to know who Countless Tasks is!

You pervert, even a disk slip isn’t as far out as you!

Talking to him is full of traps, easily getting caught in his web.

It took a while for her to realize he’d gotten the better of her!

After Nathan Foster parked the car, South Grant got out and looked around.

The Foster Estate hadn’t changed much.

Seeing South Grant’s nostalgic gaze, Nathan Foster couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and ask:

"Been here before?"

"Nope, don’t you see me looking around like Lady Liu visiting Grandview Garden?" South Grant denied.

Then the two of them went to the main building’s living room. As they went inside, South Grant saw someone.

She whispered to Nathan Foster:

"Why is she here?"

"She’ll be living here from now on," Nathan Foster said flatly.

Seeing Fiona Grant’s suitcase beside her, South Grant’s expression darkened.

Noting South Grant’s displeasure, Nathan Foster leaned slightly, speaking in a volume only they could hear:

"She’s the old man’s favorite now, she’s been with him in the hospital the whole time."

South Grant listened to Nathan Foster’s hint, realizing a bit.

Fiona Grant was still Fiona Grant.

No matter where she was, she’d find a way to make use of everything around her.