Chapter 116: Chapter 116

Jacob Green had her lie still every day to recover, bringing meals, dressing her, washing her face, brushing her teeth, and even carrying her to the toilet.

Lucy Eaton was very unaccustomed to this paralyzed lifestyle and urged him to go to work at the company.

But he wouldn’t, instead acting as a commander from home every day, with documents delivered by secretaries.

This routine continued until Lucy Eaton’s injury was almost healed.

She truly stayed at Blossom Haven and never went anywhere.

By the middle of May, she was finally liberated.

Her injuries had completely healed.

She first went to the shop to check the sales figures, then went to Northriver to visit her parents.

Upon her return, everyone at the Prime Minister’s Mansion greeted her with smiles, perhaps knowing for sure that her identity as the Prime Minister’s daughter was nailed down, not subject to any change.

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"Yes, the old lady and old man are here too."

"Really?" Lucy stepped inside.

As she reached the door, she heard Mrs. Baker’s crying, "Since you acknowledged her, think of how many times she’s actually come home to see you. She’s not a child raised by your own hands. Even though she has our family’s blood, so what? She’s not close to us. Jackson, Liora, you two are really ruthless. I truly feel for Mason."

"Mom, Lucy is a doctor, and doctors are very busy. As elders, we should be understanding. How could we trouble the child?" Liora Hughes continued, "Jackson and I are still young, so living together doesn’t matter right now. When Jackson retires, we can live here and in Ningham, which will be great."

"Everyone in the circle now knows Mason isn’t your real child, and they’ve been making all kinds of jokes about him. I’ve heard this several times myself. Mason kept telling me he doesn’t blame you two and is grateful you raised him. He said when you’re old he’ll still fulfill a son’s duties. When you hear those words, you truly have not softened your hearts even a bit?"

"No." Jackson Baker spoke up, "So Mom, you don’t need to talk about him anymore."

"Lucy is a girl, and her children will take her husband’s last name. Jackson, the line ends with her, and our Baker Clan will truly have no future heirs. How will people view our clan? How will they view you?"

Jackson spoke with helplessness in his tone, "Mom, what era do we live in? Why are you still clinging to old ideas? Life is short, just several decades. It’s enough for us to live happily. As for having sons, I don’t think it’s important."

Lucy was infinitely grateful for having parents who discern right from wrong and wholeheartedly defended her.

She entered the house, no longer listening outside.

With a smile, she said, "Grandma is worried our family might lose its throne without heirs."

As soon as she spoke, she was reprimanded by Mr. Baker, "We’re at home. If you said that outside, it would cause quite a stir."

Indeed, generational gaps exist.

"Grandpa, what I mean is, you value sons so much, as if there’s a throne position at home requiring an heir?"

Mr. Baker replied righteously, "There are three ways to be unfilial, the worst is having no descendants."

"It’s a pity my mom is already fifty years old. Even if IVF could help continue having children, I would resolutely refuse. Maybe Grandpa, you could think of a way to have Grandma give birth to a son again? As for our family, please don’t worry."

"You..." Mrs. Baker was livid, pointing at Lucy and cursing, "Jackson, Liora, look at what this brat is saying! Absolutely reckless!"

"It’s baffling that even after living to such an age, my parents personally sent Mason’s biological parents to the guillotine, and you still believe him? Truly, I don’t know if you’re naive or what. He might harbor deep-seated hatred for my parents. Today, I’m stating clearly, as long as I am here, Mason won’t enter this house again. So don’t bring this up with my parents."

"Exactly." Liora Hughes chimed in, "Stop bringing that up. Jackson and I don’t like hearing it."

"Fine, very good!" Mrs. Baker was nearly driven insane with anger, "Now my words have absolutely no effect. You three carry on living happily with this damned child!"

"Mom!" Jackson Baker was furious, "You’ve gone too far!"

"I’m excessive? But you’re not? My grandson’s good family was completely shattered by Lucy Eaton!"

"I think you’re truly muddled, she is your real granddaughter!"

"Whoever I raised, that’s my real grandchild."

Liora Hughes trembled with anger, "Since my daughter isn’t welcomed by you, you shouldn’t come here anymore."

"Liora Hughes, you must have the audacity! This is my son’s residence, what right do you have to determine that?!" Mrs. Baker slammed the table.

"Of course she has the right, because her words are equivalent to mine!" Jackson Baker spoke to his parents in such a manner for the first time, feeling truly incomprehensible, and couldn’t allow anyone to speak of his daughter and wife this way, no matter who they were.

Mrs. Baker almost fainted hearing her son’s words.

Finally, she and Mr. Baker left the Prime Minister’s Mansion angrily.

After the two elders left, the living room quieted down.

"Lucy, don’t take your grandparents’ words to heart. You are Mom and Dad’s child, and no matter what, Mom and Dad only want you. Although he was innocent when switched, after learning the truth, he didn’t tell your Dad and me due to fear of being kicked out of the house, which was selfish behavior. If he had told us sooner, your Dad and I wouldn’t have immediately made him leave. Now your grandparents are causing this fuss; without his instigation, I wouldn’t believe it."

"Mom, as long as you and Dad disagree, what else can they possibly stir up? What Grandpa and Grandma say doesn’t affect me because, to me, you and Dad are most important." Lucy looked at her parents, "Even though I’m a daughter, I will still care for you like a son, providing for you in your old age."

Liora Hughes was deeply moved, "Lucy, have you eaten yet?"

"Mom will go make you a meal."

Even though there’s a cook at home, she donned the apron herself for her daughter’s return.

Liora Hughes, taught by her mother, mastered a wide array of skills from childhood, including cooking.

The dishes she prepared were very tasty.

During the meal, her parents sat beside the table, watching her eat alone, and Lucy felt very happy.

"Lucy, have you and Jacob Green considered when to have children?"

Lucy shook her head, "We haven’t thought about it, nor discussed the topic."

"Children are inevitable sooner or later; it’s better to have them early. If born early, your body will recover faster."