NOVPUBChapter 1310: 599 Sort out the chaos_1 Chapter 1310: 599 Sort out the chaos_1 “Madam, the rain continues to intensify.
It is best you return inside.” the housekeeper urged.
Granny Drake sighed heavily, and as she was about to turn around, she spotted someone approaching slowly under an umbrella.
Instinctively, her brows furrowed as she stared in that direction.
The rain screen appeared like scattered gems, casting the silhouette of the figure in a fuzzy haze, making it difficult to determine who it was.
Granny Drake’s eyes suddenly contracted, and her withered hand subconsciously gripped the door frame.
Even before she could see the face clearly, an intensely familiar feeling washed over her.
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As if…
as if…
“Madam, is everything alright?” The housekeeper looked at the approaching figure, assuming it was another troublemaker.
As the person came closer, the umbrella was lifted to reveal the man standing at the bottom of the stairs, slowly raising his head.
The housekeeper cried out in disbelief, “Third master.”
Braving the heavy rain, Granny Drake stumbled and hurried down the steps, a mix of joy and excitement etched across every wrinkle on her face.
“Child.”
She excitedly grasped the man’s hands, yet within his calm gaze, she saw herself.
Her face blanched with every passing moment.
The housekeeper rushed down the stairs, holding the umbrella over Granny Drake’s head, staring uncertainly at the young man in front of them.
“May I ask who you are?”
He bears such a strong resemblance to the third master in his youth.
“Granny.” Nicholas Drake approached, “This is…this is Edward, the only son of the third master.”
Granny Drake took a sudden step back, her white face going ashen, looking very much like she was struck by lightning.
The housekeeper quickly lent her support.
So it’s the young master, no wonder he resembled the third master so much.
But why …
“Granny.” Nicholas Drake came over with a worried look, “Are you okay?”
“Uncle Jing, could you please ask Dr.
Hayes to examine Granny?”
The housekeeper gave a deep look to the silent man, before he turned around to make the phone call.
Just as Nicholas Drake was about to assist Granny Drake up the stairs, the silent Edward stepped forward, squatting in front of Granny Drake.
He gently hoisted her onto his back, his hand supporting her lower limbs.
With long strides, he reached inside the house within a few steps.
Granny Drake gazed at the back of the young man’s head, her eyes filled with complex, unspeakable emotions.
Her outstretched hand faltered as if to touch his thick black hair, before withdrawing weakly.
Dr.
Hayes, Granny Drake’s personal physician, lived near the Drakes.
He was responsible for supervising Granny Drake’s health, and arrived promptly upon receiving the call from the housekeeper.
“Madam’s health is generally stable; she just experienced a momentary shock.
With a few days of rest, she should recover.
Lately, her digestion has weakened, so we need to make some adjustments to her diet.”
Granny Drake lay in bed, listening to the doctor’s instructions with her eyes closed.
Nicholas Drake listened attentively, “Thank you, Dr.
Hayes.”
The housekeeper escorted Dr.
Hayes out.
Just as he was leaving, he noticed a young man standing at the door.
The face was familiar as if he had seen him somewhere before.
“Dr.
Hayes, this way please.” The housekeeper’s words interrupted Dr.
Hayes’s thoughts.
Not allowing his mind to wander further, he quickly followed after the housekeeper.
“Granny…about Edward…”
Nicholas Drake didn’t quite know how to continue.
He still remembered the sixtieth birthday of Granny Drake more than a decade ago.
A woman brought Edward back to wish Granny Drake a happy birthday.
The scene was very unpleasant.
Edward never visited since then.
By rights, Edward was the only son of the third master, and Granny Drake adored him.
However, because of that woman, Granny Drake seemed to have completely forgotten her grandson’s existence for a long time.
Granny Drake closed her eyes, “I’m tired, you may go now.”
Nicholas Drake had no choice but to leave.
“Edward, Granny is a bit tired now.
Once she feels better, she will definitely want to see you.
You are the son of the third master and the one Granny loves and misses the most.”
Nicholas Drake said, “Come with me.”
Nicholas Drake brought him to a door.
Once inside, the room was immaculately clean, though its furnishings bore some age, indicating that it was cleaned regularly.
“This is the third master’s room; Granny often spends some time here every day.”
Nicholas opened the wardrobe door, “These are the clothes the third master used to wear.
Over here are the clothes that Granny made by hand, and every year on your birthday, she would personally hang one in the closet.”
Edward traced his fingers over the clothes, from those fit for a few-year-old to a teenager’s clothes.
The last one was a tailored suit, elaborate and refined, revealing great attention to detail, clearly a labor of love.
