“Isn’t that Young Master Matthew? So, he’s still alive after all?” “Yeah, the news about him being alive started trending on Twitter yesterday, but I didn’t just believe it.”
“We should believe it now that we’ve seen it with our own eyes.” “Yeah, yeah. We haven’t seen the Young Master in a while, and he looks even more handsome.”
“But it was rumored that he lost an arm and his eyesight. How did he return unscathed after a few months?” “Well, perhaps he cured the blindness and broken leg and got a prosthetic arm.”
“Could be.” There was a lot of buzz online about how Matthew was still alive. Due to the fact that there was only one photo and video of him, the netizens could only confirm that he was indeed alive but could not determine the extent of his arm injury. However, they did not have a lot to say about it.
However, the servants at the Kings Residence had seen how severely injured Matthew was. So naturally, they were all surprised when they saw him up and about again.
“Grandma. Veronica walked up to Old Mrs. Kings and slowly crouched down in front of her. She then asked softly, ‘Do you still remember me?”
Matthew slowly approached his grandmother and greeted her softly, “Grandma.” At that moment, he felt a twinge of remorse and a dryness in his throat that he could not get rid of.
Old Mrs. Kings donned a blue and white cheongsam, and her short silver curls added to her elegant demeanor as she sat upright. Yet, her vacant gaze and lack of makeup gave away her listlessness and haggard appearance.
“W-Who are you?” Old Mrs. Kings gazed up at the couple and shook her head instantly. ‘I don’t recognize you.” Her words pierced through. Veronica’s heart, causing a sudden pang in her heart as her eyes reddened.
“Grandma, how… how have you been doing?” Although Matthew was a grown man, he could not help but feel a sense of heaviness and complexity as he laid eyes on his grandma, who was obviously not doing great. She raised him when he was a child, and there could be no one in the world who loved him more than she did.
He held out to touch his grandma, but she slapped his hand away ruthlessly. “Don’t touch me, and don’t scare my cat off. Blue and I are waiting for my grandson and granddaughter-in- law.”
Veronica’s heart was pierced by that accidental comment from Grandma. Her brow furrowed as tears spilled down her cheeks. Although she was in agony, she still averted her gaze and wiped her tears discreetly, not wanting Grandma to see her cry.
Matthew hugged her waist upon seeing that and comforted her, “Don’t be sad. I know Grandma will also want you to be happy if she’s mentally sound.” “Ah, where’s my grandson? Why hasn’t he come back for so long?” Old Mrs. King muttered as she stroked her cat.
Yura shook her head when she saw the scene and sighed, “Young Master Matthew, Mrs. Kings, she has been like this for a while now, and it’s heartbreaking to see her like this.”
“Yura, we really appreciate you taking care of her these days.” Veronica sincerely thanked Yura. At this moment, they heard a voice from outside the courtyard. Everyone turned their heads and saw a figure. It was Conrad!
“Mom?” Conrad called out for his mother as he walked into the courtyard. Old Mrs. Kings, who was holding Blue, immediately rose to her feet when she saw Conrad. She even had a wide smile on her face as she walked toward him. “My grandson is finally home! You finally came home! Do you know how much Grandma missed you?”
She held Conrad’s hand affectionately as she inquired about his well-being. “Are you hungry or thirsty? I will cook for you. I still remember you loved the roasted pork I made you when you were a child.” Perhaps it was due to her illness that Old Mrs. Kings had subconsciously regarded Conrad as a replacement for Matthew.
