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.

was stunned, her eyes widening in

Sylvia smiled gently, "It's all for you... This building and these jewels, stored safely in the bank, are for

Sherilyn speechless,

said,

second folder. "Sherilyn, this is from

"What?"

mind was

Francis

revealing a document. As soon as she saw the letterhead, her

was the

looked up, utterly shocked, staring at

earlier tone, "It's

feeling like it might

She

I

annoyance. "This is for you. Accept it with grace. It's only right for the Johnson family to give a dowry when marrying off a O

furrowing. "I'm not a Johnson by blood, just

from the Johnsons. How could she

Sylvia interrupted, holding her hand and giving it a

woman felt

clouding with emotion. Her voice was hoarse,

when you were in Crestwood... it

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