Chapter 452

Today, Alexander witnessed it firsthand.

After a few absentminded bites, Lily put down her silverware. "I'm going to see Grandpa," she said.

"Okay," Justin replied softly, lowering his gaze.

Alexander, as an observer, found this interaction unusual. Perhaps this was typical for the Lodge family, but it struck him as strange. They appeared outwardly indifferent. Even after years apart, their reunion lacked enthusiasm; Lily's presence seemed almost inconsequential. Yet, they were meticulously thoughtful.

Despite the room's lack of a heater, they’d prepared thick bedding and hot water bottles, quietly placed on the comforter without comment. Similarly, the housekeepers had provided extra sandwiches and milk, supplementing their light breakfast of porridge and eggs. The portions were small, clearly indicating a special arrangement for Lily and Alexander.

Edward planned to stay at a nearby hotel, dropping them off and returning later. However, Alexander later received a message from Edward: the Lodge family had provided accommodations for him.

The Lodge family, it turned out, were deeply caring, despite their reserved demeanor and cold exterior. They were the antithesis of the Russell family, outwardly ecstatic yet harboring hidden secrets. Given the choice, Alexander preferred the Lodges’ quiet warmth over the Russells' superficial affection. They were, he thought, easier to be around.

Alexander stared thoughtfully at Justin, who then looked up, their eyes meeting. Alexander smiled.

Lily started upstairs, pausing before Wilfred's door, then abandoning her knock. She grasped the handle, twisting it open.

For years, Wilfred had left his door unlocked. Unsure whether he was awake or asleep, Lily cautiously peeked inside. "Lily, is that you?"

Lily froze, then nodded, her voice hoarse. "Grandpa, you're awake."

She entered as Wilfred turned, propping himself up against his bed. Lily quickly found a pillow for him and stood beside him.

This had been their routine since her childhood: Lily standing while they spoke. But this time, Wilfred gestured for her to sit. "Sit down; let me have a good look at you," he said, his voice weaker than before. Despite his denial, the signs of age were undeniable.

As Lily sat, she studied Wilfred's face. His skin was marked with countless age spots; his eyes lacked their former clarity and sharpness. Wrinkled brows and prominent bags under his eyes spoke of sleeplessness. "Grandpa," Lily asked softly, "do you have insomnia?"