Chapter 428: Chapter 428: Tell That to Your Future Wife

She scoffed, giving him a look. "Besides, your nephew holds such an important place in your heart. If you had a child, how would you face your own?"

The atmosphere in the elevator turned icy, and a stifling tension began to build.

Walker Grant said in a deep voice, "I would love my child very much."

Chloe Reed replied, "Save that for your future wife."

DING!

The elevator doors opened, and Chloe Reed stepped out first.

Walker Grant watched her back, his eyes darkening slightly as he followed slowly behind her.

Her grandmother was happy to see her return, but the joy didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Chloe Reed noticed. She helped her grandmother out to the balcony for some fresh air and asked, "Grandma, are you unhappy?"

"Of course not." Her grandmother wore a gentle smile. "At my age, isn’t it normal to be serene?"

Chloe Reed squeezed her dry hand. "But I can tell you’re not happy. Grandma, what’s on your mind? Can you tell me?"

Her grandmother gently stroked her hair, smiling. "It’s really nothing. You’re overthinking things."

Chloe Reed leaned down and rested her head on her grandmother’s shoulder, watching as dusk fell over the world and the sun slowly sank below the horizon.

She suddenly asked, "Grandma, do you want to go see her?"

The "her" she was referring to was, of course, Autumn Linton.

Her grandmother didn’t say anything, only continuing to stroke her hair, the motion gentle and rhythmic.

But her silence was a tacit agreement.

Chloe Reed’s eyelashes fluttered. "Grandma, you don’t have to worry about my feelings. She’s your daughter, and she’s gravely ill now. You should go see her. I’ll take you tomorrow."

Her grandmother’s hand paused in her hair. "Chloe, won’t that make you sad?"

"Why would it?"

Chloe Reed gave a small smile. "You’ve always been my grandma, and you’ve always been so good to me. I won’t be sad over this."

Her grandmother let out a faint sigh. "When you reach the end, you can’t be bothered with the past anymore. All you want is one more look, just one more."

"Yes, I understand."

Chloe Reed nodded.

Her grandmother said, "You don’t have to go with me. I can go by myself."

"But I’d worry." Chloe Reed straightened up, beaming at her. "I’ll just take you there. I won’t go inside."

Seeing her smile, the old woman nodded. "All right, I’ll do as you say."

Chloe Reed could see it—a bit more light had returned to her grandmother’s eyes.

’She really missed Autumn Linton.’

’Especially now that Autumn Linton was gravely ill.’

’That was her only daughter.’

’Before, perhaps having her granddaughter as a tie had kept her from feeling so lost.’

’But ever since Grandma had learned she wasn’t Autumn Linton’s biological child, things had quietly changed, even if she said it didn’t matter.’

Chloe Reed lowered her gaze slightly, a flash of disappointment crossing her eyes.

...

That evening, her grandmother ate an extra bowl of rice and even asked about Walker Grant’s well-being.

Walker Grant offered a gentle smile. "Grandma, as long as you’re all right, we’ll all be all right."

The grandmother smiled and nodded. "Good. I’ll do my best to live to ninety-nine. By then, you’ll all be sick of me."

But Walker Grant replied, "Never. We’ll need Grandma to help look after my and Chloe’s children then. So you have to take good care of yourself, Grandma."

Hearing this, the grandmother looked over at Chloe Reed in surprise.

Chloe Reed hadn’t expected him to say that, and her expression froze.