Beatrice got up relatively early that morning. She felt a bit weak, so she asked everyone to leave her alone and not hover around her. She then laid down on Lucas' sofa for a while.

When Lucas returned, this was the scene he saw, and his brows immediately furrowed as he walked to his grandmother's side.

"Grandma, why don't you go to my lounge to rest if you're tired? How old are you? How can you sleep on the sofa? Your body can't handle it! Edmund—"

Edmund pushed the door open and entered, "Yes, Mister Lucas?"

"Why didn't you ask my grandmother to rest in the lounge?"

Beatrice woke up and immediately intercepted Lucas' reprimand. "Don't scold Edmund like that. I wanted to sleep here! He told me that I could go to your lounge, but I don't want to. I just wanted to sleep on your sofa today."

Lucas fell silent.

on what you were doing just now. I

nodded and left, Beatrice no longer concealed her

is staying in? There's a strong smell of disinfectant coming

about the milk,

worked up because

his gaze, his emotions unreadable. "She indeed hasn't

course she won't admit it. Admitting it would

Lucas fell silent again.

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