When the two of them were talking, Fiona Grant had already seen them.

"Uncle, brother, you’re back."

Fiona Grant’s voice was soft and carried a sense of closeness when addressing people.

Nathan Foster nodded lightly, then walked over.

"Dad, how are you feeling? Should we have Vincent stay at home to observe you for a while?"

Upon hearing Nathan Foster’s words, Harold Foster waved his hand, shaking his head.

"Don’t disturb Vincent. It’s hard enough to stay away from that group of doctors at the hospital. I don’t want to mess with doctors again now."

Nathan Foster looked at Harold Foster’s current state, feeling somewhat helpless.

"Grandpa, good medicine tastes bitter but is beneficial to the disease, truthful words may be unpleasant but are good for action. The doctor’s words may not be to your liking, but they are good for your health. Just listen to Uncle; having the doctor stay at our home will ease us, your grandchildren. Besides, if Seth lives with Grandpa, having the doctor stay at home would also be good for Seth’s condition."

Fiona Grant half-squatted beside Harold Foster, looking at him with a sweet smile as she spoke.

At this point, Hubert Zimmerman could only purse his lips in resignation and said, "Alright."

Nathan Foster couldn’t help but glance at Fiona Grant; she had some skills. In just half a month, she had Harold Foster under her thumb.

As they were talking, Seth Grant came in holding a woman’s hand from outside.

Upon seeing South Grant, Seth ran over.

The moment South Grant saw Seth, he felt his heart melt.

Fiona Grant stood up at this moment and greeted the woman who had come in:

"Grandma, has Seth been naughty?"

Hearing the word grandma, South Grant couldn’t help but look over.

Is she Nathan Foster’s mother, Susan Fisher?

Didn’t Nathan Foster say she had mental issues? How come she looks just fine now?

Nathan Foster had already walked up to Susan Fisher by this time, reaching out to support her.

Susan Fisher tilted her head and looked at Nathan Foster in confusion, then looked at Fiona Grant, and then holding Nathan Foster’s hand, she said:

"Nathan, isn’t she your wife? Why is she calling me grandma? Is she silly?"

South Grant: "..."

This time he believed it, Nathan Foster’s damn mom really had a screw loose.

"Mom, you got it wrong. She’s my sister’s daughter," Nathan Foster said calmly.

At this point, Fiona Grant looked shy and was extremely embarrassed.

"Grandma, didn’t you recognize me just now?"

Susan Fisher stared blankly for a moment, seemed to realize something, then went over to hold Fiona Grant’s hand and sat beside Harold Foster.

"Stella, when did you come back? While you were not at home, your father and I missed you very much. Where did you go? We could never find you."

Fiona Grant looked bewildered, not knowing how to respond.

It seemed Nathan Foster had already gotten used to Susan Fisher’s mental lapses.

This time, South Grant truly believed that Susan Fisher was not well, and when Harold Foster heard Stella Foster’s name, he sighed and then asked Nathan Foster:

"Nathan, how is the search for your sister going?"

"No leads," Nathan Foster replied to Harold Foster.

Harold Foster then asked Nathan Foster some other things, and the servants had already prepared dinner.

During dinner, Harold Foster spoke to South Grant and Fiona Grant:

"You two should just live here from now on. I heard from Fiona about the situation at The Grant Family. You don’t have to go back anymore. I’ll slowly deal with The Grant Family later! How dare they bully my grandchildren!"