The door opened.

Alexander Vance's gaze fell on Eleanor Vance.

The elderly woman looked rosy-cheeked and full of energy.

He glanced around the room.

It was clean and bright, a cozy sixty-square-meter two-bedroom apartment.

Four light, nutritious dishes were arranged on the dining table.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

A blurred silhouette was visible through the frosted glass door.

The curves were graceful, the waist slender.

Alexander averted his eyes as if shocked.

The tips of his ears grew warm.

The family doctor followed behind him, about to enter.

Alexander stepped aside to block him. "Give me the equipment. Wait in the car."

The doctor nodded and left, gently closing the door.

Alexander quickly took the elderly woman's blood pressure and blood sugar.

All the readings were normal.

The old lady raised her eyebrows proudly. "My granddaughter-in-law takes excellent care of me!"

Alexander finally felt relieved.

His gaze unconsciously drifted toward the bathroom.

He packed up the equipment. "Since you're fine, I'll go now."

The old lady quickly grabbed his arm. "Won't you stay for dinner? My granddaughter-in-law is a wonderful cook!"

"...It wouldn't be proper."

Alexander set down the monitor. "Keep this here."

The old lady's eyes twinkled. "Take it away. My granddaughter-in-law doesn't know how to use it. I don't want anyone else checking on me. I only want you to come every day!"

The sound of water abruptly stopped.

Alexander immediately stood up and grabbed his medical kit. "I'll come back tomorrow."

"Promise me!"

"...Yes."

The moment the door closed, the bathroom door opened.

Evelyn Ross stepped out fully dressed, drying her hair. "Has your grandson left?"

"He said it wouldn't be proper... That boy is just too serious. Granddaughter-in-law, do you find him boring? He can change..."

"I really am not your granddaughter-in-law..."

"You are!"

Evelyn shook her head helplessly.

Over the past two days, she had found the old lady gentle and easy to get along with, except on this particular matter.

She dried her hair and had dinner with the old lady.

At nine o'clock sharp, she lit some lavender essential oil.

The old lady soon fell asleep.

Evelyn dutifully sent a video to the "grandson."

He replied quickly: [Grandma looks well. Thank you.]

Evelyn: [It's my pleasure.]

"Grandson": [Do you need help with what happened yesterday?]

Evelyn knew he meant the social media post. She smiled slightly: [No need.]

Inside the limousine, Alexander looked at the reply, his stern expression softening.

This girl didn't know his identity, yet she took good care of his grandmother without asking for anything in return.

She was far better than that Evelyn Ross, who had no connection to him yet persistently pursued him.

He replied: [I owe you a favor. If you need anything in the future, just ask.]

Evelyn didn't take it seriously.

The only thing she needed right now was a divorce, which required Alexander Vance's cooperation. The "grandson" couldn't help with that.

The next morning.

Evelyn took the old lady to a luxury mall.

The grandson provided ample living expenses, so she saw no reason to hold back.

As soon as they entered the store, the old lady began browsing with familiarity.

Eleanor Vance often wore this brand. Each season's new collection was sent directly to the Vance residence for her to choose from.

This was her first time visiting a boutique, and she found it novel.

Not far away.

Isabella Ashcroft held William Ashcroft's arm and said softly, "Dad, you're so busy. You didn't have to come shopping with me..."

William smiled dotingly. "Tonight is your first formal visit to the Vance family. We mustn't be careless with the gifts for the elders, especially Mrs. Vance..."

Isabella was curious. "That great-grandmother is eighty-seven years old. Why does the Vance family value her so much?"

William lowered his voice. "The eldest branch of the Vance family and Alexander Vance are fighting openly and covertly for the position of head. Mrs. Vance holds twenty percent of the shares. If you can win her favor, your status in the Vance family will be secure!"

Isabella immediately asked, "What does Mrs. Vance like?"

William recalled the Mrs. Vance he had met two years ago and said slowly, "She has Alzheimer's and can be a bit eccentric, but she particularly likes H's clothing. Just cater to her preferences. Even if you can't make her like you, be careful not to annoy her..."

Isabella nodded solemnly.

They entered the H store.

William waited in the lounge area while Isabella browsed for gifts alone.

Passing by the fitting area, she suddenly caught sight of Evelyn Ross and an old lady.

The old lady emerged from the fitting room and asked with a smile, "How does this look, granddaughter-in-law?"

Granddaughter-in-law?

This old woman was that ruffian's grandmother?

Isabella's lips curled into a sneer.

She saw Evelyn shake her head.

The old lady tried on another outfit, and Evelyn still shook her head.

The old lady sighed. "Don't any of these clothes look good?"

Isabella couldn't resist approaching. "Evelyn, what a coincidence. Is this your husband's grandmother?"

Evelyn ignored her with a cold expression.

Isabella turned to the old lady. "Hello, Grandma. You haven't bought clothes from this brand before, have you? The clothes here are very selective. They don't really suit ordinary people..."

The old lady immediately widened her eyes. "Who are you saying has no style? How rude!"

Evelyn quickly supported the old lady, afraid she might become upset.

Isabella continued, "Evelyn, it would be more suitable to take your grandmother to a wholesale market. The prices are better there..."

"Shut up!"

Evelyn snapped sharply.

The commotion attracted William.

He hurried over. "What's going on?"

Isabella said pitifully, "Dad, Evelyn has been having her grandmother try on lots of clothes but isn't buying anything... I was just making a friendly suggestion..."

William frowned at Evelyn.

But when his eyes fell on the old lady beside her, his expression changed dramatically.

Mrs. Vance?!