Chapter 103: Chapter 103

"Grandmother, I feel my vision has greatly improved."

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"I feel much lighter, I just noticed these two things."

Jacob Green came in and heard the old woman say, "The drink your grandmother gave you is made with her blood as the base. You won’t find another like it in this world. It’s something I developed myself. Drinking it not only improves vision several levels, but also makes you light as a feather. Your memory will surpass that of ordinary people. Most importantly, it makes your body immune to harmful viruses. That’s different from the bottle I gave your friend; that one was the only antidote, this one is preventative. Initially, if I couldn’t find you, it was intended for your mother. Now, your grandmother is giving it to you because you are still young and will face many challenges ahead."

"Grandmother..." Lucy Eaton squatted by the bedside and held her hand, "You’re so good to me."

The old woman gently touched her hair, "Silly child, you are my only granddaughter. If I’m not good to you, who will I be good to?"

"Grandmother, why is your hand so cold?" Lucy Eaton held her hands.

Hearing this, Liora Hughes felt her heart skip a beat, reached out and touched her mother’s hand, and sure enough, it was cold with hardly any warmth.

Seeing her daughter about to cry again, the old woman squinted slightly, "Have you forgotten what I said yesterday? Don’t cry, I have some things to say to Lucy Eaton..."

Lucy Eaton held back her tears and asked, choking, "Grandmother, tell me, I’m listening."

"Grandmother was born ninety years ago into a wealthy family. My parents were strict from an early age, demanding I become a cultured and graceful lady. Later, our entire family was reported by my father’s enemy, and except for me, all were sentenced to death. Thanks to your grandfather’s rescue, in order to survive, I took his surname, and followed your grandfather’s surname, Hughes. Actually, my original surname was Eaton. I understand you probably don’t want to follow Oliver Eaton’s family name. It doesn’t matter. You won’t follow Oliver Eaton’s surname in the future, but your grandmother’s surname. In my life, I’ve been true to those I should be true to, and avenging our family was the happiest thing I’ve done. Because of vengeance, I apprenticed under a great master. The master passed away years ago, and I don’t plan to impart this knowledge to you all because knowing too much can be distressing. The desire to correct observed disasters drains one’s energy, and defying destiny leads to severe punishment. It’s better to live with ignorance of the future, confronting what must be confronted, living resiliently and bravely, because even that is not easy."

By this point, her eyes were almost closed, but she continued, "Grandmother wants to tell you that mercy has its limits depending on people and situations. If someone intends to kill you, never be soft-hearted; if necessary, eradicate the threat, leaving no chance for future troubles. The house is left to you, after I’m gone, bury me in the yard, with your grandfather in a shared grave. In life, as in death, we share the same resting place, Jackson..."

"Mom, I’m here," Jackson Baker answered promptly.

"Our Liora enjoys life with you, and you treat her well; I’ve seen it all. Although she hasn’t given you a son, Lucy Eaton is stronger than any son. You must be happy together."

The old lady nodded and closed her eyes in peace, letting her hand fall, as she drew her last breath.

"Grandmother?!" Jacob Green and Lucy Eaton exclaimed together.

"Mom!" Liora Hughes threw herself on the old woman’s body, unable to restrain her sobs.

The room was filled with sounds of mourning as the old woman passed away, departing serenely with a kind expression.

Knowing her mother’s character, Liora Hughes advocated for a low-key and simple funeral.

The old woman was accustomed to solitude, though no one was by her side previously; only she and her husband visited regularly. She didn’t like lively gatherings.

Jackson Baker and Jacob Green together chose the finest coffin, and a spirit tent was erected at the old woman’s former residence.

Only a few were notified to attend, all were close associates from her life.

Jacob Green, being the grandson-in-law, had to be present.

Moreover, he had to keep vigil with Lucy Eaton.

Until the old woman was buried three days later.

After the funeral, Jacob Green received some news.

"Young Master, Stellan Quinn has disappeared."

Jacob Green looked up, "How did he disappear?"

"According to our informant within the Quinn Family, Stellan Quinn left the house yesterday morning and hasn’t returned since. Benjamin Quinn went to her room and found her phone left by the bedside. The phone contained a video she left for Benjamin Quinn; the exact content is unknown, but Benjamin Quinn clearly watched the video and hasn’t been looking for her." Nathaniel Green continued, "I sent people to investigate her whereabouts and found nothing."

"She’s savvy now. Withdraw people from the Quinn Family and watch Grace Hughes’s every move."

"We must watch, but not because of Stellan Quinn." Lucy Eaton interrupted, "Stellan Quinn is afraid we’ll learn her exact whereabouts. She’ll definitely be cautious and cut off contact with Grace Hughes. I think there’s a high possibility she’s gone to Northriver."

Lucy Eaton analyzed, "I haven’t forgotten the look she gave me when Autumn Fletcher was sentenced to death, as if she wanted to grind my bones to dust. Do you think she’s putting on this act for what? It’s just to pave another path for herself. No matter how she tries to win public favor with her face and reputation, because of her mother’s incident, her efforts won’t amount to much anymore. What she wants now is to attach herself to wealth with a new identity, and not to just any noble, but she has high ambitions. If I’m right, she’s likely in a cosmetic surgery hospital in Northriver City."

Nathaniel Green’s eyes lit up, "You’re saying Stellan Quinn intends to undergo cosmetic surgery to change her face and assume a new identity, then approach the influential nobles she wants to attach herself to with a clean slate."

"Exactly, but the high society elite are hard to penetrate, and the Presidential Mansion is even harder to reach. She’s made quite the resolution."

"Presidential Mansion?" Nathaniel Green was surprised, "How did you know she wants to go to the Presidential Mansion?"

"It’s obvious." Lucy Eaton said leisurely, "In the business world, who can suppress your Young Master? In terms of nobility, she can only aspire for those unafraid of my father’s status. The President is impossible—after all, what person hasn’t the President encountered? Someone qualified to lead a nation won’t be easily swayed by a woman. Her target has to be the President’s sons."

"If she’s truly proceeding with the approach you mentioned, then it’s safe to say she’s still too naive. It’s harder than climbing the heavens to meet those princes, and even if she does meet them, becoming their woman is nothing but wishful thinking."