Romeo knew his presence was not well-suited for the moment.
"I’ll head in first then?"
Rosemary nodded, turning towards the villa.
Romeo watched her silhouette disappear into the house before pulling out his cell phone to reply to his brothers’ messages.
Old Mrs. Griffith, on the sickbed, was emotionally stirred—several times opening her mouth to speak, only to be too overcome to utter a word. Her hand was trembling, as if trying to grasp onto something.
"Mom, I know what you’re trying to say. Just take a moment to calm down, take it easy," Louisa, holding her mother’s hand, urged anxiously. "Just relax."
"Yeah, Grandma, take it easy. Don’t rush," Serena chimed in.
Old Mrs. Griffith looked around the room filled with her family: her daughter and son-in-law, her son, her grandchildren, and her most cherished granddaughter Serena, whom she had adored for eighteen years.
Tears welled up in her eyes and flowed down silently.
"Mom, why are you crying?" Kenneth quickly reached for a tissue to wipe her tears. "Are you feeling unwell?"
Old Mrs. Griffith gazed at Serena with tear-filled eyes, keeping her thoughts to herself.
Serena, too, was on the verge of tears. She knew her grandmother loved her the most. Among her five brothers, she was the one most pampered.
When she was a child, if her brothers misbehaved, their grandmother would scold them. But when Serena made a mess, her grandmother would only laugh heartily.
Rumor had it, her mother had already told her grandmother the truth.
Were her grandmother’s tears regret for the eighteen years of love she had given her, or were they because she couldn’t bear to part with her beloved granddaughter?
Perhaps due to the emotional upheaval, Old Mrs. Griffith suddenly found herself gasping for breath.
Her panting was heavy and exaggerated, like a fish out of water.
"Mom, what’s wrong? Mom!" Louisa was immediately thrown into a panic.
"Quick, get the nurse!"
As soon as Sampson finished speaking, May piped up, "The nurse went to take a shower. I told her I could keep an eye on things here. I didn’t expect the Lady to wake up all of a sudden."
May regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth.
Old Mrs. Griffith’s face had turned a shade of red from oxygen deprivation. Her emotional outburst, coupled with the lack of oxygen, had caused her to hyperventilate, making her body shake uncontrollably.
"Everybody, step back!"
A voice rang out urgently.
Upon hearing Rosemary’s voice, everyone felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted off their chests.
The crowd parted to make way for Rosemary. Seeing the state Old Mrs. Griffith was in, Rosemary immediately instructed, "May, go get my acupuncture kit from my room."
"Right away!" May dashed off to her room.
Rosemary quickly pressed a few acupressure points on Old Mrs. Griffith. When May returned with the acupuncture kit, Rosemary swiftly applied the needles.
Soon, Old Mrs. Griffith’s hyperventilation ceased, and her body slowly calmed down. Her eyes, however, filled with tears again as she looked at Rosemary.
"Rose, is Grandma going to be okay?" Louisa asked worriedly.
"She’s fine. It’s just too crowded here, and she got too emotional," Rosemary took Old Mrs. Griffith’s pulse and continued, "It’s not serious."
"That’s good, that’s good," Louisa let out a sigh of relief.
Just as Rosemary was about to withdraw her hand, Old Mrs. Griffith on the bed suddenly gripped her wrist.
Rosemary looked at her in surprise, only to see Old Mrs. Griffith’s tear-filled eyes staring at her.
Rosemary could see a myriad of emotions flickering in her grandmother’s eyes. She gently started, "Grandma, since this is the first time we’ve met since you woke up, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Rosemary, and I’ve been back in this family for about half a year now."


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