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Meanwhile, in Winslow Residence, Arwen was working on some files of her own when she heard her phone ring. Without looking, she reached out to answer it. "Hello!" 

"Arwen!" the person on the other side spoke, making Arwen pause in her movements. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as recognized the familiar, endearing voice. 

"Granna!" she replied, her voice brimming with joy. "Is that really you?" she asked, as if confirming that it wasn't some figment of her imagination. 

"You need confirmation? Why? Has it been so long that you forgot my voice?" The woman scoffed, playfully putting the blame on Arwen. 

Arwen rolled her eyes, a fong smile tugging at her lips. "Yes. More or less around three years, I guess. Do you want me to check in detail and get back to you?" she teased, only to hear the woman huff on the other end. 

"Three years is still not long enough to forget your old grandmother, dear."