Chapter 12

The door opened.

Lewis Horton looked toward Old Mrs. Horton and saw her with a rosy complexion, appearing very healthy.

Only then did he look around the room.

The room was tidy and clean, a cozy little two-bedroom apartment of sixty square meters, with four dishes of light, nutritious food on the dining table, very suitable for the elderly.

But from the bathroom, there was the sound of running water. Was "Calming Incense" taking a bath?

The door was made of frosted glass, and through it, he could vaguely see the graceful figure of a young girl...

Lewis Horton retracted his gaze as if electrified, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

The family doctor, who was following behind him and about to enter, was stopped by him. The man turned sideways to block his view, "Give me the equipment, and wait for me in the car."

The family doctor nodded and left, considerately closing the door behind him.

Lewis Horton quickly checked the old lady's blood pressure, blood sugar, heart rate, and more. Perhaps because she had slept well the night before, all her readings were very healthy.

Old Mrs. Horton proudly said, "My daughter-in-law has taken great care of me!"

Seeing is believing, Lewis Horton finally felt relieved.

His gaze glanced toward the bathroom again, and then he began packing up his equipment. "Since you're fine, I'll be leaving now."

The old lady looked stunned, "Aren't you staying for dinner? My daughter-in-law cooks delicious meals!"

"…It's not very convenient."

Lewis Horton put down the medical equipment, "Leave this here."

Old Mrs. Horton's eyes shifted, "Take it with you, my daughter-in-law won't use it. And I don't want Dr. May here, I want you to come check on me every day!"

If her grandson visited daily, wouldn't that mean he'd see his daughter-in-law? They could foster a relationship and end their separation...

Old Mrs. Horton felt her great-grandson waving at her!

Lewis Horton was about to say something when the sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped.

He immediately stood up, grabbing his medical kit in a flurry and headed for the door: "Then I'll be leaving now."

"Come again tomorrow."

"…Okay."

Just as he closed the door, the bathroom door opened. It wasn't the tantalizing scene Lewis Horton had imagined. Keira Olsen was fully dressed, drying her freshly washed hair, "Eh, where's your grandson?"

"He left, said it wasn't convenient… He's always so uptight and likes to frown. Daughter-in-law, is that why you don't like him? It can all be changed…"

"I'm not your daughter-in-law…"

"You are!"

Keira Olsen felt helpless.

After two days of interaction, she found the old lady very kind, accommodating her in everything, except she was very stubborn about this matter.

She dried her hair and joined the old lady for dinner.

At nine in the evening, Keira Olsen lit the Calming Incense. The old lady obediently lay down in bed and soon fell asleep.

She did her duty well and sent another video to her "grandson."

He replied quickly: [Grandma is in good health, thanks.]

Keira Olsen: [You're welcome.]

"Grandson": [How did everything go today? Need any help?]

Keira Olsen knew he was talking about the incident shared on the social circle, her lips curved slightly:[No need.]

In the RV, Lewis Horton's stern face softened a bit upon seeing this reply.

This girl, unaware of her own identity, had kindly agreed to take in Grandma and took great care of her. In the end, she didn't ask for anything in return, nor did she ask him for help.

How different from Keira Olsen, who had no relation to him but tangled with him constantly, wanting to use him to intimidate Jake Horton…

Compared to each other, it was clear who was superior.

Lewis Horton messaged: [I owe you a favor, just say the word whenever you need anything.]

Keira Olsen didn't take that comment to heart.

Currently, the only help she needed was with her divorce, which could only proceed if Lewis Horton cooperated; the "grandson" was of no use in this matter.

The next day, morning.

Keira Olson took the old lady to Oceanion's largest luxury mall for shopping and to buy her some change of clothes.

The old woman's grandson was generous, and she was clearly a rich elderly lady; she must not be aggrieved in their store.

As expected, as soon as they entered the store, the old lady acted very naturally and seemed quite familiar with the place.

Old Mrs. Horton loved the clothes from this store; the brand manager would send the newest designs to her house every season for her to choose first.

This was her first time visiting the store, which was quite novel...

Not far away.

Isla Olsen, hanging on Taylor Olsen's arm, said affectionately, "Dad, you're so busy, you really don't need to come shopping with me…"

Taylor Olsen smiled indulgently, "Tonight is your first visit to the Horton family, the gifts for the elders must not be taken lightly, especially old Mrs. Horton…"

Isla asked, "That Great Grandmother is said to be eighty-seven, why does the Horton family value her so much?"

Taylor Olsen lowered his voice, "The first branch of the Horton family and Lewis Horton have been covertly competing to regain control of the clan. Old Mrs. Horton holds twenty percent of the shares; if you can win her favor, your position in the Horton family will be secure!"

Isla immediately responded, "Does old Mrs. Horton have any preferences?"

Taylor Olsen recalled the elderly lady he had briefly seen two years ago, and said slowly, "She has Alzheimer's, and is a bit peculiar, but she really likes Hermes' clothes. You should cater to her tastes. Even if you can't win her affection, at least avoid making her dislike you…"

Isla nodded immediately.

The two of them entered Hermes.

Taylor Olsen sat on the sofa while Isla began to browse.

She walked towards the fitting room area and suddenly saw Keira Olsen and an old lady.

The old woman just came out of the fitting room, "Granddaughter-in-law, what do you think of this one?"

Granddaughter-in-law?

This old lady, is she the grandmother of her wayward husband?

Isla curled her lips, then saw Keira Olsen shake her head.

The old lady tried on another piece, and Keira Olsen shook her head again.

The old lady sighed, "Why don't any of these clothes look good?"

A flash of disdain crossed Isla's face.

What doesn't look good, merely can't afford it, right?

She approached and spoke, "Keira, what a coincidence. Is this your husband's grandmother?"

Keira's expression turned cold, but she ignored her.

Isla then looked at the old lady, "Grandma, you haven't bought this brand before, have you? The clothes here are very expensive, each piece requires a certain demeanor to pull off, not suitable for just anyone…"

The old lady immediately became fuming, clutching her chest, "Who are you calling lacking in demeanor! How can you be so rude?"

Keira hurriedly supported the old lady, fearing she might get seriously upset.

Isla continued, "Keira, for someone of your grandmother's status, it's more suitable to shop at a wholesale market where things are cheap and of good quality…"

"Get lost!"

Keira yelled fiercely.

The commotion caught Taylor Olsen's attention.

He strode over, "What's going on?"

Isla complained, "Dad, Keira and her husband's grandmother tried on many outfits but didn't buy any… so I just made a little suggestion…"

Taylor Olsen understood her implication and frowned as he looked at Keira Olsen.

Then, he finally saw the old lady being supported by Keira Olsen, and he was instantly startled.

Old Mrs. Horton?