As she observed Arthur sitting in front of her, Linda realized that he looked much older than he had in the photos she'd seen online.

When she saw his hand trembling while holding the jug, she immediately took it from him. "I'll do it."

Arthur nodded. "Okay." As he watched her pour the juice, he slowly began. "I knew Stephen wouldn't let me get in touch with you anymore after he found you. I thought I would never see you again ..."

"If you hadn't supported me back then, I wouldn't have survived until the day I'd reunited with my brother. I've always remembered your kindness."

Arthur waved his hand. "It's nothing to do with kindness. It was what I should have done as your grandfather. You don't have to be so polite with me."

Hearing how naturally Arthur called himself her grandfather, Linda felt inexplicably upset.

With a frown, she diverted the topic. "There's something I'd like to ask. Why did you send me abroad? Wasn't I still an infant at that time? I still had my family too.