Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy
Chapter 1649

Sensing the temperature of the man's palm, Alvina Miller's dull eyes finally showed a hint of response. She turned her head and bumped into the bottom of the man's eyes that were filled with deep concern. "Alvina, you have to restrain your grief." Thousands of words, they condensed into simple words. Even if Joseph Grant had thousands of words of concern and care, he couldn't say them now, as it would bring back her sorrowful memories.

"Do you believe that my grandfather left by accident?" Alvina Miller mumbled to herself as she asked him. Her eyes were blurry with tears, making it hard to see the man's handsome face.

"Of course not." Joseph Grant replied in a low voice.

"Can you replace out the truth for me? I can't let my grandpa leave without knowing why. " Alvina Miller suddenly grabbed his arm with her hands. She exerted a little more strength, and her pale face begged him. Now that her grandfather had left, the only person she could rely on was Joseph Grant.

When a woman was weak, they would feel that the entire world was gray. If someone was willing to help her at such moment, she would feel the Wendy of the sun.

Joseph Grant touched her forehead and felt a trace of scalding heat on her forehead. His heart clenched as he quickly comforted her in a gentle voice, "Don't worry, I've already sent people to investigate this matter. I won't believe a single word that your cousin has said."

"Thank you!" Alvina Miller's heart finally received a bit of comfort as she took the man's hand and placed it on her face. She gently closed her eyes as hot tears rolled down her face and didn't enter the man's fingers.

Joseph Grant's heart was currently in flames, one side feeling heartache, the other feeling furious.

"Alvina, you may have a fever, but your forehead is a little hot. I'll have the doctor come over to take a look." Joseph Grant once again stuck his hand onto her forehead. It was indeed a little hot, and it was definitely because of the wet clothes she had worn in the afternoon that had caused her to catch a cold or a fever.

Alvina Miller nodded her head, and finally became a little more obedient: "Alright!"

The doctor rushed over in a hurry and took her temperature. It had already reached 38 degrees and he quickly concocted a medicine for her to reduce his fever and even prescribed medicine to treat her cold. When Alvina Miller looked at the time, she found that it was already around six in the afternoon. She immediately looked at Joseph Grant in astonishment, "Didn't you say that there would be an important feast tonight?"

Joseph Grant raised his hand and looked at his watch, his handsome face flashed with helplessness: "Yes, I was just about to tell you, I have to go over now, I'll let Zoey take care of you, you have to be obedient, don't run around anymore. As for your grandfather's matter, if you need my help, you just tell me."

"I'm fine now. Hurry up and go. It's such an important job, don't waste time." Alvina Miller had already calmed down and urged him out.

Joseph Grant leaned over, and kissed her on the forehead: "I'll come over after I finish my work."

"Thank you, my love!" Alvina Miller nodded obediently as she watched the man's tall figure leave.

Not long after, Zoey walked in quickly. Seeing that Alvina Miller's condition was better, she secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"Alvina, are you okay? Don't cry anymore. For the sake of your eyes." Zoey walked over and gently advised her.

Alvina Miller knew that the people around her all cared for her from the bottom of their hearts, so she nodded his head: "I'm fine, but I can't accept this fact."

"If grandfather died in a strange manner, the President would definitely investigate it thoroughly and not let a single bad guy off." Zoey comforted her.

"I believe he will give me an answer." Alvina Miller also wholeheartedly believed in Joseph Grant's competence and efficiency in handling matters.

Zoey had someone bring her something to eat, Alvina Miller only ate a few bites, and then she lost her appetite. She leaned on the bed and muttered: "The doctor said that my grandfather will not passed away this year, at that time I was extremely scared, and had been mentally prepared to lose him at any time."

Life and death are the saddest things in the world, but who can be willing to be spared? As long as there is someone who cares about you, someone who loves you most, sooner or later, there will be a day when you will be separated.

Paul Miller returned home, looked at Amy Miller who had followed him in, and turned to angrily interrogate her: "Tell me honestly, what did you do to your grandfather? Did he really die by accident?"

"Look at you, our child is frightened. Can you speak in a less intensive way, what kind of child is Amy, you know better than anyone else? Since she was young, she has been timid, so how could she possibly harm your father?"

Paul Miller stared fixedly at his daughter's eyes. He wanted to know what she was thinking in her heart, but he had the illusion that his daughter was far more complicated than he had imagined.

"Dad, mom, even you guys want to suspect me? "Then I might as well die." Amy Miller immediately began to cry, feeling wronged.

"Do mention death any more. How unlucky. One has already died, is that not enough?" Mrs. Miller immediately grabbed her daughter's arm, preventing her from leaving.

Paul Miller sighed heavily, "Amy, if you have anything that you are hiding from me, I will be very angry. I will never recognize this daughter of yours again."

"I'm not lying to you. I've told you the truth." Amy Miller immediately cried even more sorrowfully.

"Ignore your father, go upstairs and take a bath. Mom will make you a bowl of noodles and you'd better rest early tonight. You were also tied today." Mrs. Miller still doted on her daughter and quickly told her so Amy Miller immediately lowered her head and walked towards the stairs.

Time flew back when it was around seven in the morning, she struggled to push her grandfather to her grandmother's grave. Her grandfather's face was pale white, he desperately asked her to take him away, but she stubbornly refused to let go of the wheelchair, angrily asking him if he could take back the company, if he could take back all the money, and not give it to outsiders.

The old man suddenly gave up struggling. He held onto the armrest tightly and gave her an answer, "The company has been given as my donation. It has nothing to do with the Miller Family in the future. When Amy Miller heard this reply, she immediately shouted angrily: "Why? Why are you so heartless to your children, is your heart black? Are you going to watch the Miller Family decline?"

"The rise and fall of a person were a process. The rise and fall of a person are different, but the choice of a person is different. There are people who choose to be kind to themselves and to others, but there are people who only care about benefits, more money, and a better life, forgetting to create and work hard is the starting point for success."

"Don't teach me, I don't want to listen to you. You are just spouting nonsense. We clearly don't need to struggle, we clearly stood at the highest point. It was you ..." You gave the money to us just to pave the way for Alvina Miller. She has both fame and fortune, what about us? We won't be able to live much longer. "Amy Miller covered his ears and screamed like a lunatic who had lost his mind.

"Amy, if I close my eyes, you'll have to rely on yourself to replace the answer. I'm old now, and I won't be able to educate you, but this society is still clear. One day, you'll be taught by reality. The old man's face was filled with pain.

A bolt of lightning suddenly exploded in the sky. Dark clouds covered the sky, and a torrential downpour instantly struck down.

Amy Miller's breathing became rapid, her eyes widened, and watched the rain strike her grandfather's face, on his body, he retreated step by step: "You want to die, right? Sooner or later, I will think of a way to get back the company. I will also ruin your granddaughter's reputation, and I will make it difficult for both of you."

"Amy, send me back to the hospital." The old man obviously didn't want to die here. He extended a hand to push the wheelchair, but realized that a few pieces of gravel had blocked his way. He couldn't force the wheelchair over.

Amy Miller retreated step by step, and in the end, she turned and ran away.

The old man reached for an umbrella that was placed behind the wheelchair. He tried his best to reach out, but couldn't. In the end, he could only get off the wheelchair, but his legs went limp and he fell to the ground.

As the old man looked at the tombstone in front of him, he felt as if his wife was wearing a flowery long skirt and walking towards him with a smile on her face. Deep in his heart, there was an indescribable feeling of comfort.