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Seeing Old Master Severe, Jack immediately approached with a fake smile plastered on his face." Quick, Uncle Severe, look at this woman who's pretending to be your precious granddaughter. Just look at her. How could she be your granddaughter?"

Old Master Severe lifted his head to look at Angeline who was in front of him.

Angeline could not help but weep tears of joy as she watched her grandfather move his head freely by himself while both his hands held the handrests of the wheelchair.

"Grandfather." She approached slowly to kneel before Old Master Severe with tears in her eyes.

Old Master Severe reached out a shaky hand to caress her restored cheek as old tears began to trickle from his eyes. "Does it hurt?"

Perhaps for a man such as Old Master Severe who had experienced so much of life, it took more than appearance alone for him to identify a person, for a person's eyes told much more.

Angeline's appearance had been hideous two years ago. She may have spent every day smiling in front of her grandfather, but how could Old Master Severe not understand the woes of his granddaughter? How would the eldest daughter of the Severe family,

grand and noble as she, ever tolerate her proud spirit to be restricted by such a gruesome shell of a body?

must have been looking for a certain place, seeking Nirvana, since her disappearance two years

thanks to his seasoned understanding that came with experience. All that was left was an unending amount of heartache and pity. Which was why he

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were spoken with a lightheartedness that wiped away all the pain and suffering she had felt the past two years, leaving only a radiant

tears and smiles, she would always be an optimist

yourself through so much trouble when

of a grandfather's reunion with

beyond impatience, to the point

"Are you getting confused, Uncle Severe? Your Angeline Severe died nine years ago. It was a car crash. Did

and sound, in front of me. What nonsense are you spouting?" Embarrassed, Jack left with the flick

droplets of cold sweat on his forehead, Grayson approached Angeline while

asked Grayson, "How's

"He's no longer in danger, but the president's legs. I'm