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---- "Thank you, Grandma," Maggie said. "I've actually already reached out to some top specialists. They'll be here tomorrow for a direct evaluation." "I see. Well, good-let's see what they say first." There was a moment of silence. Then Grandma Wilson sighed again, her voice heavy. "Your mother really..." Such a hard life. Maggie knew what she meant but stayed quiet. Grandma Wilson, worried she'd upset her, quickly added, "Dr. Foster said that if things are managed well, there's still hope.

Maggie, don't worry too much, alright?" "lunderstand." They chatted a little longer before ending the call. But even after she hung up, Grandma Wilson couldn't stop worrying. She felt both sad and protective of Maggie-enough that she impulsively called Franklin. He picked up quickly. "Grandma?" ---- "You-you really are something else..." Franklin noticed her tone and asked, "Did something happen?" "Nothing. I was just in a bad mood and needed to yell at someone.

of what to scold him for. She huffed a breath and hung up. Franklin put the phone down. At the table, Isabella looked up mid-bite. "Was that Great-Grandma? Did she need something?" "She was

annoy her." The next day, when Maggie and her grandmother arrived at the hospital, Grandma Wilson was already there. ---- The medical experts arrived right on time. Leading them was a silver-haired elderly woman, even older than both grandmothers present. "Wait-is that... Professor Quincy?" Professor Quincy was one of