"What an unfilial granddaughter I am!" Raegan scolded herself.

She hadn't granted any of her grandmother's wishes even though how little these wishes were. How useless of her!

Startled by her tears, the shopkeeper gave her an extra bag of cakes and said comfortingly, “Cheer up, young lady. No matter what Life throws at you, you need to stick your chest out and never give up.

Take a bite of these delicious red bean-flavored cakes. You'll love them."

Raegan thanked the shopkeeper. She picked up a piece of cake and slowly put it in her mouth to have a taste on behalf of her grandmother.

But as her teeth sank into the soft cake, pea-sized tears began to flow from her eyes again. Some found their way into her mouth. There was a burst of salty and sweet flavors in her mouth, but all she could taste was bitterness.

The shopkeeper was taken aback.

“Is it not good?"

Feeling weak in the knees, Raegan squatted and wept like a child.

She sobbed.

"It's delicious... But my grandmother didn't get to taste it before..."

Her grandma would never taste it again.

A day later, Lauren was now in a stable condition and her father had flown over from Swynborough.

Mitchel finally got the chance to look at his phone. There were five missed calls from his mother.

There were no new messages, not even from Raegan.

For Pete's sake, why was this woman so stubborn? Couldn't she just make a compromise for peace to reign?

Mitchel smoked three cigarettes just to let off steam. Then, he swallowed his pride and called Raegan.

But her phone was switched off.

A bad feeling rose in his heart. He was worried something was amiss and asked Matteo to inquire about the situation.

After hanging up the phone, Matteo sighed deeply and kept silent for a few seconds. He then reported, “Sir, Mrs. Dixon's grandmother passed away. The funeral is currently ongoing."