the brightly lit city was exceptionally harsh, attracting many vehicles on

hour, and no matter how prestigious one’s status might be, on

azily over the handlebars with her long legs stretched out on the ground,

white irregular sweater, jeans, and a black leather jacket, with a pair of black b

ws, and a sleazy guy whistled at her, saying, “Hey bea

bored look. She could tell he was a typical ri

The bodyguard and assistant, Jim Hawk, was also amazed by Natalie’s cool appearance. “T

oked up at Natalie, his eyes half–closed with a hint of puzzlement flashing

earview mirror, which seemed familiar, but she didn’t think too much about it. She never wasted time on these things. She was in a hurry to go bac

asing after freedom. The kind of freedom that was exchanged with lif

th motorcycles. This black motorcycle was a birthday gift from her g

was still grumbling and aspiring, “I’ll have t

n hour

mansion. Natalie took off her hel

ed Barron Foster. Since Barron started living alone, he only kept

ing better today

e really getting married?” The servant was curious too. Yesterday, the young lady was still single, and

er. I’ll see Grandpa first

, but when it came to her loved ones, she was

, then opened the door to the bedroom and sai

akly at her and said, “Sho

and handed it to him, then sat on the edge of the b

e license. When he saw the document, a layer of mist a

his promise. On the other hand, I w

son family will be your support. Grandpa won’t be with you for much longer. As a doctor, you understand my health condition. Pancreatic cancer can take me at any moment. I’m not afraid of death. The only thing I can’t let go

was giving birth to his bastard son, which made him feel

ise to force his grandson to marry Natalie, but it wa

reath. “Natalie, don’t cry. When you cry, I just can’t rest in peace. You’re the most obedient and sensible girl. You’re already married.

he soundless sobbing, combined with Barron’s words, mad

an old codger like me? Don’t you think it’s too dirty?”

und and stood outside the door wiping away tears. She also raised Natalie. The grandfather and granddaughter depended on each other for surviva

, she gently knocked on the door

on’t rely on being young and exhaust you

r, okay? I’m coming back later to sleep. If yo

his hand with a smile, indicat

as dining alone. The two servants not

eck the funeral home’s phone number, and talk to the people preparing the mourning hall.” Her face

on could tell that she was not enjoying the food at all. She mechanically picked up

i

, standing there awkwardly with re

ront of him.” She had already noticed that Barron’s breathing was very weak, but

wspaper wit

had to muster up a lot of courage to prepare for her grandpa’s funeral ahead of t

th

y,

eve to wipe them they wouldn’t go away no matter how much she wiped. Eventually, she stopped wiping,