Chapter 1150

Sylvia sat in her wheelchair, her eyes lighting up as she heard the familiar footsteps. She looked up and waved with a warm smile.

"Sherilyn, come over here."

"Grandma," Sherilyn replied with a grin, making her way to Sylvia's side.

"Have a seat, dear."

"Sure." Sherilyn sat down, her gaze lingering on Sylvia's face. "You look so much better now, Grandma."

"Indeed," Sylvia nodded, her eyes twinkling as she squeezed Sherilyn's hand. "I've been feeling more energetic lately, just in time to help with your wedding plans, hmm?"

"Grandma?" Sherilyn was momentarily taken aback. How did Grandma know she was getting married? Her brother must have told her.

But Grandma organizing her wedding?

Sylvia didn't rush to explain. Instead, she glanced at Francis standing nearby.

"Yes, Grandma?" Francis understood the unspoken request and handed Sylvia a document folder.

Sylvia took it, opened it, and spread its contents in front of Sherilyn. There were two cards, several papers, and some property deeds.

"There's a million dollars in here," Sylvia tapped the cards lightly.

her eyes widening in

building and these jewels, stored safely in

was emphasized, leaving Sherilyn speechless, her lips

Sylvia said, glancing at

a second folder. "Sherilyn, this is from your

"What?"

was swirling.

it and see." Francis encouraged

soon as

the Johnson Group's

up, utterly shocked, staring

Francis echoed Sylvia's earlier tone, "It's your

feeling like it might burst from her

side took over. She shook her head

I can't

is for you. Accept it with grace. It's only right

"I'm not a Johnson by blood, just the

much from the Johnsons.

it a reassuring

felt a lump in

with emotion.

years when you were in Crestwood... it

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