8: Chapter 8: Disguised Return to the Blake Family’s Old Residence 8: Chapter 8: Disguised Return to the Blake Family’s Old Residence “Is that Ivy?
Why does your voice sound different than before?”
“Grandma, it’s .
Can I co by to see you tomorrow morning?”
“Okay, okay, of course.
Grandma will make your favorite breakfast for you tomorrow, waiting for you at ho.”
Ivy River controlled her emotions.
“Can you not tell Edwin Blake that I’ve contacted you?
I don’t want…”
Old Lady Blake had lived most of her life and understood well enough.
“Don’t you trust Grandma yet?
I’ll be so happy if you co to see .
When will you co?
I’ll make what you love to eat.”
Ivy’s heart clenched tightly; she tried hard to control her emotions.
“I’ll co over soon, Grandma.
I mainly want to check your health.”
Old Lady Blake was very happy.
They exchanged a few words before hanging up the phone.
In the afternoon, Ivy River simply disguised herself a bit and set off for the old Blake residence.
When she arrived, she saw Butler Lee pushing Old Lady Blake, anxiously waiting at the door.
Seeing Grandma Blake’s full head of white hair, Ivy couldn’t hold back anymore, tears welling up in her eyes.
The Old Lady also looked at the disguised Ivy River.
Her disguise was rather plain, yet the aura she carried didn’t match her appearance at all.
After three years, she seed to have beco more aloof and enigmatic.
Ivy got out of the car and tightly grasped the Old Lady’s hand, smiling, “Grandma.”
“Good child, it’s good to have you back, just good to have you back.” Old Lady Blake couldn’t help but pat her hand, her eyes also slightly reddened.
“Co inside, Grandma made the chicken soup you love to drink.”
Ivy looked up, her tears finally breaking free as she choked out, “Grandma, aren’t you mad at ?
Back then…”
Before she could finish, the Old Lady interrupted her, “Why would Grandma be mad at you?
It was Edwin who didn’t do right by you.
I’m just glad you don’t hold it against Grandma and that you ca back to see this old bag of bones.”
Ivy didn’t speak anymore, quietly pushing Old Lady Blake into the house.
Once inside, neither of them spoke, plunging the living room into silence.
Seeing this, Butler Lee hurriedly brought out the chicken soup.
“Co, Ivy, quickly taste if it’s the sa as before.”
Ivy took a few sips, silently wiping away her tears.
“It’s good, it’s the old flavor.”
Old Lady Blake sighed deeply, “As long as it tastes good.
Child, you don’t need to bla yourself; it was the Blake family that wronged you.
Just co back often to see whenever you’re free; that would make Grandma very happy.”
By the end of her sentence, tears fell too; she truly liked this granddaughter-in-law.
Though she was married into the family through scheming at first, she handled matters appropriately and knew how to please her.
Ivy wiped away the Old Lady’s tears, took out her dical kit, and began an examination.
Not long after, her brows furrowed tightly.
“Grandma Lee, help get Grandma to the bed.”
Butler Lee was puzzled but complied nonetheless.
Ivy closed the door, opened her dical kit, revealing rows of silver needles and a row of surgical knives.
Seeing this, Old Lady Blake gave a sharp shiver.
“Grandma, don’t be afraid.
Your body’s ridians are a bit blocked; I’ll help you clear them.”
Old Lady Blake nodded, trusting without doubt.
Within half an hour, Ivy began to remove the needles, her tightly furrowed brow slowly relaxed.
“Grandma, the usual.”
Old Lady Blake nodded decisively, “Alright, keep it a secret!”
Ivy started jotting down a prescription in a little notebook, then opened the door to give it to Butler Lee.
“Grandma Lee, follow this prescription to get the dicine.
Drink it for half a month, and I’ll co back to check on Grandma again.”
“Ivy, help up; let’s go out for a walk.
Grandma misses you so much.”
As the Old Lady aged, her health had always been poor.
Before the divorce, Ivy would co by periodically to check her health and write prescriptions.
She would even coax her into drinking the unpleasant-tasting traditional dicine.
The Old Lady had the prescriptions checked by soone; all were beneficial to her.
But every ti Ivy finished examining her, she’d have only one request.
That was to keep it a secret, not letting Edwin Blake know she had written it.
Asking Ivy where she learned her dical skills, the answer was always that she self-taught from books in the village as a child; her skills weren’t advanced.
Old Lady Blake was no fool.
Since she didn’t want to say, she didn’t force it.
“Alright, Grandma, the thing is…”
Ivy’s hand was tightly held.
Watching Grandma worry about her so much, she almost let slip about having a great-grandchild.
But she held back; she couldn’t gamble on it.
After all, this was the Blake family, not the River family.
She feared…
Old Lady Blake asked puzzled, “What’s the matter?
Are you trying to complain that Grandma didn’t raise her child well?”
“Not at all!
I just wanted to say that I’ve been doing well these years outside, so you don’t need to worry.”
Old Lady Blake fell silent upon hearing that.
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