Female Novel
Chapter 618
As soon as Heinz saw that, he knew that Grace couldn't leave. The Old Master was obviously well
prepared.
He must have wanted to say a few words to Grace alone that day.
Perhaps the Old Master knew that Grace was the elder sister, and Alice was too young to be able to
make a decision.
Heinz prompted everyone again, "Let's go out."
Madam Lowe also quickly came back to her senses. "Yes, let's all leave first."
Very soon, everyone left.
Only the Old Master and Grace were left in the front hall.
Grace stood far away; they were a few meters apart.
The Old Master was holding the cinerary urn in his hands as he looked at it. His eyes were full of
complex emotions.
After a long time, the Old Master slowly nodded and looked over in Grace's direction.
He said, "That was a little too much.' Grace glanced at him faintly without saying anything, but she still
walked over. She stood still in front of the Old Master, looking at the ashes of her grandmother placed
on his legs, feeling some sort of obligation.
She endured it for a long time, took a deep breath and then asked, "What do you want to say? Just say
it."
The Old Master looked at her, holding the ashes in his arms. "These are real. The previous one was a
fake."
Grace was taken aback and she pursed her lips. She did not answer, but did not refute it either.novelbin
The Old Master sighed and said slowly, with worry and helplessness in his voice, "In my whole life,
there are only three people whom I feel sorry for."
It was obvious that Grace had no interest in knowing. "I'm not interested to know who you've offended."
The Old Master smiled wryly. "That's right, I know you're all not interested. It's just that I'm on the brink
of death and people give pretty speeches on their deathbed. Just bear with it and listen to me."
Grace was staggered for a while and had nothing else to say.
He said, "The first person is your grandmother. Then, your mother and your uncle." Master Lowe
frowned. His white eyebrows furrowed, adding years onto his age.
He gazed at the person in front of him; there was a struggle in his eyes.
Grace still had an indifferent attitude.
"You were the one who caused this."
"I was also helpless at that time." The Old Master said, "I couldn't wrong the child who was in front of
me. I thought your grandmother would eventually understand me, but in the end, she still couldn't."
Grace asked with a smile, "What you just said - so it's still my grandmother's fault? You left me here to
hear your accusations about my grandmother? Is it appropriate for you to do this to her? Don't you
think you are cruel?"
He replied, "That's not what I mean." The Old Master touched the cinerary urn placed on his leg. He
sighed again then said, "I don't blame your grandmother for that. I'm just blaming myself."
Grace said coldly, "I can't see it. You don't seem like a person who admits to their own mistakes!"
The Old Master nodded, admitting it, "That's true. I have never been that type of person."
Grace sneered. "Ha! It's obvious."
The Old Master said to her, "So, I want to apologize to you all before I leave. In the future, tell your
mother that I'm sorry the next time you see her."
Grace stiffened and frowned. Thinking of her mother, the woman who had just left like that, her feelings
were complicated.
"Why should I help you relay that message?"
"This is for your mother." The Old Master pointed to the box next to him. He did not care whether Grace
would accept or reject it, but entrusted it to her nonetheless.
Grace did not move. She had no interest in helping him convey his message. She was very tired at that
moment.
The Old Master then instructed, "Open it and look inside. This was worn by your grandmother. She said
that in the future, she would pass it on to her daughter. When she left that year, she took nothing along
with her and only took her daughter away."
Grace reeled. She felt very sad and there was a trace of confusion in her delicate, furrowed brows.
He said, "I was ill for a year because of that. I almost died."
Grace was stunned again.
Looking at Grace, the Old Master said, enunciating word-by-word. "Your grandmother was too
stubborn. Little girl, men and women differ on the inside. Although I have not done my duty for your
grandmother and your mother, I want to tell you now, since you are with Heinz from Northern City, then
you should be gentler and more tender from hereon. Don't be a tough person. Men sometimes only
need you to give them some comfort."
Grace refused coldly, "I don't need you to tell me all these."
But he didn't take her words to heart and continued to say, "A man needs a woman's tenderness, not
for them to be tough all the time.
If you can show some weakness when you should, then just do it. There is nothing to be ashamed of. It
doesn't matter if you have to bow down for the children or for yourself!"
As the Old Master spoke, he seemed to be talking to himself as well as to her. His hand was touching
the cinerary urn and it seemed that he was also speaking to the ashes in it.
The Old Master asked as if he were talking to himself, "It's definitely better than leading a lonely life. In
life, what else could be more important? It's to find someone, whom you can talk to and chat with.
Whenever you turn around, that person would always be by your side and that's more than enough."
As for him, it was always empty whenever he turned around. There was nothing there at all.
He was tired.
He was really tired of these things after all those years.
The Old Master smiled at Grace. "I'm going to leave now. I'm going to accompany the people I want to
be with. I won't participate in all of your disputes anymore. These years were more than enough."
Thinking about it, Grace felt a sourness in her heart.
Those words made her feel as if she was suffocating.
The Old Master asked softly again, "Little girl, could you sit next to me?" His voice was very soft, as if
he was about to disappear at any moment.
That kind of illusion, of one's dying moment.
Grace couldn't say no.
She suddenly understood why Heinz had agreed to listen to him in the hospital before, because she
couldn't refuse when facing an old man who was walking on the precipice of life and death.
After Grace calmed down, she sat down beside him
The Old Master gently said when he saw Grace sitting beside him, "Open it and take a look. Put it on
for me."
Grace didn't say anything; she opened the box and saw another beautiful box inside. She opened it
and found that it was an exquisite embroidered bag.
When she opened it, she saw a green emerald bracelet in it. It was emerald-green, bringing a glimmer
of color and light to the cold silence.
It was a very good quality bracelet.
The old man said, "Put it on. It was your grandmother's. I bought it for her."
She gently put it on herself. The bracelet was beautiful and it fit just right on her slender wrist.
Graced looked at it, then she slowly raised her gaze.
The Old Master looked at the bracelet on her hand. "It's very beautiful, just like your grandmother. She
looked good when she wore it."
He smiled at Grace, his white beard curling.
Grace took it off quickly and said coldly,
"Regarding this, I will pass it to her. When I see her, that's when I'll give it to her."