Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The early autumn night came earlier than before, the moon was high in the sky, and the twinkling stars lit up the courtyard. What a beautiful night, but…

Natalie was leaning against the doorway, looking up at the beautiful scenery. She bit her cigarette, expressing a sense of helplessness, confusion, and reluctance in the hazy smoke.

As she waited for the cigarette to burn out, she adjusted her leather jacket and headed upstairs. Her footsteps were as light as a feather, and she had never been so afraid to open the door to her grandfather’s bedroom.

She took a deep breath, gently turned the door lock, walked to the bedside of Mr. Barron Foster, and looked at her loved grandpa, who was as thin as a skeleton on the bed. She slowly extended her right hand’s index and middle fingers to feel his breath.

Just for a second, a hint of restraint curved her lips. She slowly sat by the bed and held her grandfather’s icy cold hand, placing it on her chest, trying to warm it up. “Grandpa, you’re so naughty. How can you break your promise? We agreed to sleep together tonight. Why did you sleep first? You didn’t even give me this last chance. You’re so old and still acting like a child. Didn’t you teach me since I was young to keep my promises and not to lie?”

She wiped away a tear and looked blankly at the pale figure on the bed, continuing to ramble, “Grandpa, if I don’t get married today, will you not leave? Do you think you can leave with peace of mind by entrusting me to the Wilson family? Where will I have a home without you?”

After crying for a long time, she held her grandpa’s hand quietly and chatted incessantly, talking about everything from when she was little until now….

Due to the psychological quality of a doctor and the toughness she developed since childhood, she did not continue to sit there. After chatting with her grandfather, she got up and went to the bathroom to fetch warm water. She carefully washed and combed her grandfather’s hair.

She went to the wardrobe again to find the new clothes she had bought for her grandfather previously. Barron liked it very much at that time and praised her for having good taste.

She got herself together and tried to do her best, resisting the urge to cry because her grandpa didn’t like it.

Standing at the stairway, she shouted to the servants, “Come up here, all of you!”

hurriedly ran up, looking at her slightly swollen

uncase.

who deal with funeral arrangements. Grandpa has left us.” She asked for the kind of company that specialized in handling these matters, plus some priests

do you want me to call your father?” the servant said, crying.

night. I will accompany him tonight.” Barron did not mention a word about Natalie’s so–called blood–related father before leaving. As Grandpa’s only son, Natalie could not stop him from paying

her vocabulary a long time ago. She didn’t know what to call

the gentle breeze brushing past the leaves made a rustling sound. It was the only thing that made it seem less

The lights were as bright as daylight, but it did not

the only one

daylight. Normally at this time, Theo Wilson would have been asleep. But he heard that Barron

into the study and gasped, “Sir,

at the unfinished painting in front of him and paused with the brush in his hand. He let out a sigh and said, “Go get the car

car over.”

sir. I’ll go take care of it now,”

little detail. Barron was all about the details when he was alive. He always said that attention to detail

sound of the cane hitting the ground, Natalie turned her head while kneeling only to see that the first person who arrived was her

care so much about her

Mr. Wilson,” she addressed politely.

Take care of yourself

time. From Natalie’s kneeling position, she could

didn’t look good. He picked up his phone with a dark face and called Trevon, “Where are you?” His tone was quite intimidating, indicating

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