Keira's heart clenched at Lewis's words.

When old Mr. Sims passed, she had already felt a deep sense of sadness and loss. If it were old Mrs. Horton…

She couldn't even bear to think about it.

If she was feeling this way, how much worse must it be for Lewis?!

Keira immediately reached out and took his hand. "Lewis, let's put everything aside for now and spend some real time with Grandma."

Grandma was nearing the end of her life. She wasn't suffering from any major illness, just the inevitable decline that came with her age.

Saving Jodie South was important… but saving her required timing and opportunity.

Last time, Erin had already said the chance to return home only came every three months, and the next opportunity was still over a month away.

For now, there wasn't much else Keira could do. She decided to focus on spending quality time with old Mrs. Horton.

Lewis nodded in agreement.

Erin popped up beside them. "You think capturing the Special Division means you've got everything under control now? Let me tell you, that lioness in country A is still lurking somewhere, waiting to pounce."

"Lions don't stalk prey

Erin was taken aback.

twitched. "This is not the

there's nothing more important than

paused. "Is that

Lewis' hand.

Naturally, Erin climbed into the back seat, pulling out her bag of pistachios and starting to munch on

seat, Keira glanced over

wearing a baseball cap today, her long hair falling loosely over her shoulders, and she held a small trash bag for the pistachio shells. She had packed the pistachios neatly in her bag and hadn't eaten any at the

something in her mouth, Erin wasn't as

her

they arrived at

sitting in the garden, soaking up the sun. Next to her was Selena, Oliver's illegitimate daughter. Selena was smiling sweetly as she massaged old Mrs. Horton's legs. "Great-grandma,

Horton chuckled lightly but didn't say

why I haven't had the chance to show you how much I care. But from now on, I'll visit

help but cut her off. "Are you here to keep me company, or to keep

in the family. My dad says the same thing.

"He often tells me about how he once saved you. Great-grandma, you should let

that, she picked up a piece of fruit from the plate beside her and held it up to old Mrs. Horton. "Here, have a piece of watermelon. I just

replied, "I have diabetes. I can't eat

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