Chapter 318

Susan was surprised to see this tall and handsome man. Gazing at Lucas, her eyes glimmered with emotion as she courteously said, “Lucas, what are you doing here so early in the morning? Don’t you need to go to work? You really don’t need to worry too much over an old lady like me.”

Lucas nodded lightly. “Grandma, you don’t need to be so polite with me.”

Ashlyn took out the lunchbox she had prepared and turned around, only to see that there were expensive gift boxes strewn all over the couch on the far end of the room as well as the coffee table in the center.

The gifts included supplements and some lavish daily necessities.

She could also tell that the flowers in the room had just been changed by the dewdrops on the sunflower petals.

One glance was enough for her to conclude that Lucas was the one who prepared everything.

Horace would never be this kind.

Ashlyn stared at Lucas with a complicated gaze as her heart fluttered in her chest. “You’re more thoughtful than I am. Thank you.”

This man is so attentive.

Even more so than me as a granddaughter.

“Your Grandma is my Grandma too.” Lucas’ dark eyes narrowed slightly as he peered down at her, saying in a baritone voice, “You treated my grandfather better than I ever did last time, so… it’s my turn now.”

Ashlyn was taken aback. Her long lashes fluttered slightly as she thought about the time Charles was still alive.

Lucas was always busy back then, so she always freed up some time to accompany Charles every week. They played chess, chatted and had tea together.

She used to be in a hidden marriage last time, so she couldn’t take her grandmother in.

Now that she was divorced, she was going to stay with her grandmother no matter what.

Susan studied the two of them with her wise eyes. The more she did, the more she was certain that they were a match made in heaven.

“I have told Lucas not to do anything excessive, but that assistant of his, Spencer, kept sending in gifts of every size.”

Even as she said that, she was smiling from ear to ear. “My dear boy Lucas, I don’t really need anything. Ashlyn is a doctor here. All of the hospital staff treat me like a family, making me feel at home. This clearly isn’t a hospital because of the way I’m being pampered here.”

Lucas chuckled, a trace of warmth peeking out from his usually cold eyes. “You are a very optimistic and happy person and I’m sure you’ll get better in no time, Grandma.”

Ashlyn kept silent as she brought over the breakfast for Susan. Lucas quickly opened the foldable mini table and placed it on the bed.

Ashlyn’s phone abruptly rang right at that moment.

She answered the call and heard a fearful voice, “Ms. B-Berry, this… this is Charlotte Lynch.”

On the other end of the line, Charlotte’s face was blushed and her palms were clammy with sweat from nervousness.

Her eyes darted towards Lochlan with a tinge of uncertainty flashing in them and he gave her an encouraging look.

His large palm enveloped her tiny one as he murmured, “You can do it.”

Charlotte bit her lower lip as Ashlyn’s soothing voice sounded from the other end, “What’s the matter?

Is something wrong?”

“Well…” Charlotte’s heart galloped in her chest and every word she had planned to say flew out the window. “I-I-I…”

She just couldn’t formulate a proper string of words.

And her face flushed a deep scarlet red the more she hyperventilated.

Lochlan felt his heart ache at the sight of this. “Take a deep breath. You can do this, Lottie. Ms. Berry cares about you very much and I’m sure she’ll be willing to hear you out.”

Although Ashlyn didn’t know what Charlotte was trying to say, she instinctively softened her voice as she coaxed Charlotte, “What is it, Charlotte? Hmm? Take your time to tell me. Don’t worry, your Uncle Lochlan can afford the extra charges on the phone bill.”

Ashlyn’s attempt at joking worked and Charlotte’s racing heartbeat gradually slowed to a regular pace.

When she was no longer so nervous, she was able to speak in coherent sentences, “I want to invite Ms. Berry to accompany me… to the suburbs for nature drawing. Is that okay?”

There, I’ve said it!