Old Stewart could see that his son had a special affection for Greta, and he knew that he was bitterly sorry that they couldn't reunite.
However, now that his son had made up his mind, he could do nothing but respect his decision.
After a while, Old Stewart said, "It's about ti we go back. Can you really let bygones be bygones?"
Brent paused, took another look at the hospital gate, and nodded.
"There are a lot of people who love her, and those who tried to hurt her have been arrested. She will be fine. She doesn't need any longer."
***
A few days later, Greta was released from the hospital.
Her life returned peaceful and quiet.
Although there were no more Italian Mafia to hurt her, George was still worried. After this accident, several more professional bodyguards were added for her.
This morning, Greta and George were having breakfast together.
At the dinner table, George, seeing that his granddaughter seed to be in a good mood, ventured, "Greta, today is Sunday. You have no class, do you?"
Greta paused, and as if expecting what her grandfather was going to say, she nodded.
"General Stewart and his son are leaving LA in just a few days. If you're free, would you like to et with them this evening?" George didn't give up. He believed that Greta would like that boy, and he wanted them to et before the Old Stewart's left LA.
Greta curled her white hands around the milk cup, hesitating.
George took her silence as a refusal. Disappointed as he was, he sighed, "Never mind. If you really don't want to..."
"No problem," Greta interrupted him.
Surprised, George thought he had heard it wrong. "You... You agreed to et General Stewart's son?"
Greta put down her cup and nodded gravely.
"Well, I know grandpa just wants to have more friends. If you think he is a good guy, I'd like to give myself a chance."
She found her thoughts changed a little after the kidnapping. She was more open about so things, not as stubborn as before.
Life is short.
You would never know what might happen tomorrow. In this case, why not cherish the mont?
eting with the young master of the Stewart family would at least put grandpa, uncle, and aunt at ease. So why not?
Delighted, George said, "Okay, I'll call General Stewart and arrange for you and his son to have dinner. They must be very happy!"
In the afternoon, Greta went to the cetery of the Sterling family alone.
After visiting her parents' grave, she went to Brent's cenotaph.
"Brent, I'm going to start a new life, make more friends, and live a normal life of a girl at my age. You'll support , won't you?" She smiled faintly as if she were talking with the most important friend in her life.
"Last ti, I said that my grandfather arranged a blind date for and introduced to the son of his family friend, you rember? Tonight, I'm going to have dinner with him. To be honest, I'm a little nervous. If you were here, you'd be able to cheer up and give so suggestions, right?" Her voice trailed to a whisper.
If only he were here.
If he were here, what would she be like with him now?
He would still be there for her, dedicated to protecting her, no matter who she was, wherever she went, he would be her knight.
However, there was no if.
***
In the evening, George went with Greta to the hotel to keep the appointnt.
They were an hour late because of the traffic jam.
Greta and George were led into a box, where a figure was sitting in an armchair. The crystal pendant lamp made the box soft and bright.
Greta also wondered what the young master of the Stewart family was like and whether he was as good as grandpa said.
She looked over and saw a man of about fifty.
"Hey, old fellow! I'm sorry we're late because of the traffic jam." George stepped into the box and apologized.
The man was not young, but he was born in an imposing manner. He stood up to greet them, "It's all right, George. So, this is Greta, right? She's so beautiful."
"Greta, this is General Stewart." George introduced his old friend to her.
"Nice to et you, Uncle Stewart," Greta said politely.
"Good, good girl." Old Stewart looked at Greta with satisfaction.
George looked around the box again and asked Old Stewart strangely, "Where's your son? Hasn't he arrived yet?"
"Well, George, I'm sorry," he gave a slight, apologetic cough and said, "My army just called, and I'm afraid so pressing business has co up. I've asked my son to go back to take care of it. He's on the way to the airport."
George was a little disappointed, but General Stewart controlled the peacekeeping force, and since he said it was urgent, it must not be delayed.
"Public affairs should co first," he said.
"It's a pity. My son left half an hour ago. If there's no traffic jam, Miss Sterling would have co here half an hour earlier and seen her. Alas..." Old Stewart sighed.
"Yeah, let's get together again next ti." George felt pity too.
"Sure." Old Stewart looked at Greta, the girl her son had been secretly protecting.
He could see how excited his son was when Greta offered to et.
Since she was willing to know him, it was fate. Brent had planned to et her, but a plan might not be able to keep up with changes. While they were waiting for her arrival, he got a call from the army, and they asked him to go back.
As Old Stewart grew older, he gradually handed over his power to his son and began to let his son run many things.
It was hard to say when they could et again next ti.
Greta sohow felt a little pity too.
Maybe it was fate. They missed each other every ti.
The dinner wasn't perfect since Old Stewart's son was absent. After chatting for a while, Old Stewart walked out of the hotel with George and his granddaughter.
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