Chapter 418:
It was true—no matter how old someone got, they always remained a child in front of the people who loved them the most.
Although Klein’s grandmother was over seventy, she looked remarkably healthy and full of life.
It was evident from the old lady’s facial features and expressions that she had been a stunning woman in her youth.
Upon closer inspection, I noticed that Klein had inherited some of her features.
Ms. Leina’s dress was simple, yet she carried herself with undeniable elegance. The delicate jade bracelet on her wrist was exquisite, a sign of refined taste and wealth—something an ordinary person could not afford.
Klein’s family was affluent, and his grandmother was clearly no exception.
That night, Klein stayed at Ms. Leina’s house. The place was spacious, large enough to accommodate several guests without any concern for space.
The next morning, Klein left, leaving me alone with his grandmother. At first, I felt out of place—it was a different environment, completely unfamiliar. But as time passed, I discovered that Ms. Leina was a woman of wisdom and routine.
She woke up at six every morning, exercised, and had breakfast. Afterward, she would rest for an hour, read the newspaper, take an afternoon walk, and watch TV dramas in the evening.
During the rest of the day, she tended to her vegetable and flower garden. If she had spare time, she would sit and chat with me.
She never interfered in my life, but she always ensured Bert took good care of me.
Now, I understood why Klein had insisted on taking me to the supermarket before coming here. He had thought of everything I would need, knowing that there wasn’t a single store nearby. Thankfully, I had all my daily necessities.
My days quickly settled into a rhythm. I started going to bed early and waking up at dawn. In the mornings, I stood in the courtyard and joined Grandma in her exercises. I learned how to plant flowers and vegetables, helped her cook, cleaned the yard, and spent our evenings watching TV dramas together.
The days passed swiftly, and for the first time in a long while, my heart felt truly at peace.
There was no city noise, no chaos, no complicated emotional entanglements.
No one came to argue with me.
Here, I learned how to face things with a sense of calm. I was growing stronger, more composed.
Two months later, my belly had grown noticeably, and I began to feel the baby’s movements. A new bond was forming between us, and I cherished every moment of it.
One evening, as Grandma and I watched a love drama, the couple on screen was lost in their romantic world.
Then, out of nowhere, she turned to me and asked, “Bella, is there any blood relationship between the child in your belly and me?”
I froze.
