chapter210

The butler noticed Lydia staring a bit longer at the flowers and decided to explain. Miss Lydia, you might not know this, but Mr. Jefferson and his late wife planted these flowers together. After she passed, he started spending a lot of time at the pond, just looking at the water lilies and remembering her.

"Every time the flowers start to fade, he gets really down. Even when other people come by and ask if they can pick a flower, he always says no."

But today, just to welcome his granddaughter-in-law, he'd had people pick a bunch and arrange them in a vase, all to make her happy.

You could tell how much he cared for her.

Lydia felt even more surprised, and her heart softened in that moment.

Grandpa Samuel, would it be alright if I took this vase of water lilies with me?" she asked gently.

Cut flowers would start wilting by the next day, and she didn't want Grandpa Samuel to see them thrown out and get upset all over again.

Mr. Jefferson lit up with delight. "Of course you can, Lydia. If you like them, there are plenty more in the pond."

These are more than enough. You should keep the rest in the pond for yourself to enjoy." Lydia's voice was warm.

Suddenly, Mr. Jefferson realized what she was doing. She was so thoughtful and considerate, it touched him deeply.

"Lydia, come try some of these snacks and pastries. I hope you like them."

Lydia sat down at his invitation. "Grandpa Samuel, let me check on your health first."

Mr. Jefferson grinned, a little sheepish. He knew he didn't really have any big health problems, but he played along, sitting in front of Lydia and holding out his hand.

Lydia quietly took his pulse. Everyone gathered around, watching closely, including Connor and Chris. After all, they all knew the old man was just pretending to be sick.

But after a few minutes, Lydia

looked up at him and spoke softly. "Lately, you've been feeling tightness in your chest, getting short of breath, feeling irritable, having trouble sleeping, and not really wanting to eat, isn't that right?"

Mr. Jefferson's eyes widened in surprise. "Yes, that's right. But... it's not something serious, is it?"

He did have those symptoms, but he always thought they were just minor things. He still felt strong for his age.

It's not a serious illness, but you should take care of yourself. It's important to stay in a good mood and don't let yourself get too angry. That's not good for your heart."

Mr. Jefferson nodded, a little embarrassed. "Okay, I hear you."

His grandsons really did have a knack for driving him crazy. Sometimes he thought if he ever dropped dead, it would be because those three boys had pushed him too far.

Lydia said kindly. "If you get bored, maybe try play chess, practice your calligraphy, or invite some friends over for afternoon tea."

Then she glanced over at Connor and Chris. "You two should spend more time with him and try not to get on his nerves so much."

That really touched Mr. Jefferson.

He felt his eyes sting a little. For

once, there was someone who truly understood him. His grandsons

neverdet him have a moment's

peace, But Lydia

of it. She just

knew how he felt.

Connor nodded. "We will."

Chris muttered under his breath, "The three of us get chewed out by him every single day. Who'd dare to make him mad on purpose?"

"That's because all you do is find ways to make me angry!" Mr. Jefferson snapped, his voice rising again.

Lydia watched him, noticing the flush in his cheeks. She could tell his heart and liver weren't in the best shape.

Mr. Jefferson must have caught her

look, because he quickly tried to

calm himself down, then turned to

Lydia with a sheepish smile

Lydia Didn't mean to lose my cost in front of you. I just got carried away fora

a second."

Lydia smiled gently. "It's alright. This hot weather can make anyone a little cranky.

Let me write you a prescription to help you feel better for a while."