True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)
Chapter 861

"Hello, Mr. Yarbrough."

Grace greeted politely with a slight nod.

Timothy stood where he was with a confused gaze, but he soon came to his senses and nodded. "Hello, Mrs. Jones, pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Grace could see that Timothy's expression carried some wariness, but he briskly pushed it away. Grace felt strange as well, because Timothy felt familiar, though she couldn't put it into words. "Likewise, Mr. Yarbrough. It's a delight meeting you," she replied politely.

With a mild smile, Timothy replied, "Well, I will go upstairs to meet my friend. If you'll excuse me."

"Take care, Mr. Yarbrough." Heinz and Grace looked on as Timothy headed off to the hospital building.

The two of them didn't rush to leave first.

Grace was looking at Timothy's back as he left. Unmoved, she stared at it for a long while, until his tall and handsome silhouette faded from her sight.

She turned her head and looked up at Heinz who was standing beside her.

Heinz was staring at Timothy, a glimmer of light in his eyes.

Grace understood in her heart that Heinz had probably figured something out.

He smiled gently and said, "Grace, have you noticed that Mr. Yarbrough was slightly startled when he saw you?"

"I have." Grace nodded and said, "He looked troubled somehow, as if he saw another person through me. Perhaps I bear some resemblance to my mother."

Grace and Heinz connected their gaze. From the serious look in each other's eyes, Grace could surmise what Heinz was going to say.

Looking at her, Heinz said, "By any chance, could he be your biological father?"

Grace didn't say anything, but there was an obvious shift in her gaze. She was equally skeptical, but then what was the use of doubting.

"I don't know. I don't have any clues, even till now. I just feel unusually close to Mr. Yarbrough when I see him. As for whether he is my father or not, I don't know at all, but I do think it is possible. Otherwise, my mother wouldn't ask to see Timothy. There must be some sort of relationship between them. If not, he wouldn't waste his time."

Heinz nodded and said, "Come on, let's go upstairs and have a look. Maybe we will replace out some secrets."

"Why not?"

The two of them went upstairs quickly. When they reached the door, they didn't see Timothy. It seemed that he had entered the ward. Heinz walked over quickly and whispered to them, "Mr. Yarbrough has just gone in, but nothing can be heard yet."

Alex gave the listening device to Heinz.

Not taking it, Heinz instead gave it to Grace.

She didn't refuse it. She reached out to take it and stuffed it in her ear.

At this moment, Candace was lying on the bed in the ward. Her eyes tightly shut, she did not realize that someone had entered the ward.

When Timothy came in, he frowned slightly. The moment he saw a frail and old person lying on the hospital bed, he knitted his brows even tightly.

His frown intact, he gazed at the person who was lying on the bed. It was a long time before he realized that woman was Candace herself. Then he was stunned and couldn't believe that Candace had grown so crumpled and old.

This was so different from the impression he retained of Candace.

In his memory, Candace was beautiful, but the woman in front of him was now looking old, beyond recognition.

Timothy could not believe that a person could deteriorate to this rather decrepit state in such a short time of 20 years. From his recollection, Candace was younger than himself.

But now, those who didn't know better would think that she was much older than him.

Timothy looked at Candace in a daze, confusion in his eyes. After a long while, he sighed, and his gaze and his voice were also very cold. "Candace, I'm here."

The woman on the bed didn't move. She looked as if she was asleep.

Timothy did not utter a single word. He merely stood at the end of the bed and stared at the pale woman on the bed.

He waited for a long time, but the woman did not wake up. Timothy opened his mouth again, "Candace, I'm here." He raised his voice slightly this time.

The woman on the bed flinched as if she had been startled. Then, she opened her eyes.

Candace looked up and was met with Timothy's gaze. She could make out the distant expression on his face.

Candace didn't say anything and just looked at him.

That said, Timothy was also in no hurry to speak.

The two looked at each other for a long time before Timothy finally broke the silence. "Out with it, why did you call me here?"

Candace laughed sarcastically and said, "Timothy, you're still so old-fashioned. After so many years, you still don't dress well for a successful person." Timothy frowned and looked blood-curdling cold. He couldn't be bothered by Candace's snark remark.

Condescendingly, he looked down at the woman in front of him. "Right, I don't know how to dress. I've always been like this all this while. It's the same with my success, or the lack thereof. I've always relied on my ability to make a living. Unlike some people who despise the poor and marry the rich, eventually tormenting themselves to the point of looking like a seventy-year-old woman when they haven't even reached the age of fifty."

Candace burst into laughter. "Oh, are you mocking me?"

"Just say it. What secret do you want to let me in on? Dawdle any further and I'll leave." Timothy was not too calm when he saw Candace this time.

He thought that Candace was so imperious that she would never end up like this, but now it seemed that she had not been living well all these years.

How could she still be so arrogant when she has succumbed to old age over the years? Maybe Candace was the only woman of her kind in this world. "What's the hurry?" Candace smiled faintly and said, "We haven't seen each other for eight years, yes?"

"I'm not here to catch up with you. Besides, our relationship has been severed since long ago. There shouldn't be such a meeting again."

"It's true that the relationship between us has ended a long time ago. We shouldn't meet again, but there is a connection between us that can never be erased. What say you, can't I look for you anymore?" Upon hearing what Candace had just said, Timothy's pupils contracted, his heart beating fast. He looked at Candace with indifference and said, "What did you say?"

"As I was telling you, there is a connection between us that can never be erased." Candace said in a low voice, "It is also a burden that you left me with back then."

These words made Timothy's face sink. His gaze was filled with fiery anger. Suddenly, he walked up to Candace, looked at her coldly, and said word by word, "That child wasn't aborted, right?"

Candace didn't answer. She looked at him and said, "Don't be in such a hurry. I'll tell you what I should tell you."

"D*mn it, what tricks are you playing?" Timothy had lost his earlier composure.