They walked to the storage room.

Christopher suddenly stopped and looked at Janice. "Do you want to go in yourself?"

Janice was stunned for a moment and then she understood what he meant.

She pursed her lips and did not speak. To be honest, she was afraid to face Old Mr.

Allson alone at this moment.

But she also understood that at this time, she had to do it.

After all, she was the one who had started this matter. If she wanted grandpa to forgive her, she would have to rely on herself.

If she got his forgiveness solely through Christopher’s pleading, she would feel guilty for the rest of her life.

Then she said, "I’ll go in myself."

Christopher nodded. "Well, I’ll wait at the door. Cheer up."

As he spoke, he made a gesture of cheering her on.

Janice took a deep breath, knocked on the door, and walked in.

The room’s lights had not been turned on, and the only source of light penetrated the room through the windows. Within the numerous red wooden boxes, an old man stood motionless. He simply stood there with his cane in hand, as though he were deep in thought.

It was Old Mr. Allson.

Janice’s footsteps came to a halt at the door. She looked at the figure against the light, feeling exceptionally sorry for him.

At this moment, she unconsciously felt so sorry, and she paused for a moment before slowly walking over.

She walked behind him and called out softly, "Mr. Allson."

It was only then that Old Mr. Allson opened his eyes and slowly turned to face her.

"Hello, Janice."

He was plainly not in a good mood.

Janice knew that it was because of that matter.

She felt even heavier in her heart. Then she remembered her purpose of coming here, she walked forward and said, "Sir, I’m sorry. My family came that day and made trouble for you. I apologize on their behalf."

Janice bowed deeply towards Old Mr. Allson.

Old Mr. Allson sighed.

"Let’s not talk about the past."

Janice knew that he didn’t want to blame her, but she became even more uneasy nonetheless.

"Well, if you don’t feel well, you can scold me or chastise me, but don’t be angry all by yourself." Janice choked with emotion.

Old Mr. Allson didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at her words.

"Silly child, you make me sound like an ignorant old man."

"No," Janice quickly explained.

"Well, I know that’s not what you mean. You must have something to do here today."

It was only then that Janice remembered about the dress and immediately said, "Oh, I brought the dress over."

As she spoke, she hurriedly took out the clothes from the bag and handed to him, saying, ""I’ve asked someone to wash it. I know that although it’s clean, it was still has being worn. It was all my fault that this happened."

As she spoke, she lowered her head.

Old Mr. Allson stared at the neatly folded clothes in her hand and could not help frowning. He then pointed to the big box next to her and said, "Sit down."

After saying that, he sat down on another large box.

Janice walked over and sat down.

Old Mr. Allson’s gaze fell upon the dress, and he said in a deep voice, "If I recall correctly, this dress was the first piece of clothes she designed. At that time, she was so excited and kept working on it for three days and nights by herself."

...

A smile involuntarily appeared on his face as he spoke.

It seemed that he was nostalgically immersed in something that happened in the good old days.

"At that time, she was still a rookie in fashion designing and taught herself solely through perseverance. Later, after she passed away, Wanda collected it as a memento. If it hadn’t been exposed that day, I would have almost forgotten it."

He sighed.

Janice’s nose twitched when she heard this.

She did not know if she was moved or guilty, but her voice was choked with emotion. "I’m sorry."

It was not until then that Old Mr. Allson came back to his senses. His kind eyes fell on her as he said, "It’s not your fault, good girl."

As he spoke, he coughed violently a few times.

When Janice saw this, she immediately reached out to pat him.

"Grandpa, why are you coughing?"

"It doesn’t matter. It’s just a cold." The old man waved his hand.

"You need to take care of your body," Janice said, her heart aching.

Old Mr. Allson nodded, but sighed, "I’m too old and useless now."

"Grandpa, you’re not old at all," said Janice seriously.

He cracked a smile, but it was a smile of helplessness.

"By the way, have you taken the tonics that I gave you?" Old Mr. Allson remembered and asked.

Hearing this, Janice suddenly remembered this matter. However, she had not touched them since she took them back that day. She immediately felt guilty and said, "Not yet. But I’ll take them as soon as I get back. I’ll report to you immediately after I finish."

Old Mr. Allson didn’t say anything.

At this moment, outside the door.

Christopher stood there. Ever since Janice entered, he had been constantly looking at his watch. After waiting for a long time, he did not see her come out. He was a little anxious and was about to knock on the door. But suddenly, the door opened from the inside and she came out.

Christopher hurriedly asked, "How is it? What did grandpa say?"

Janice didn’t respond. She stared at the anxious man who kept comforting her that grandpa wouldn’t blame her But now, he was even more anxious than she was.

Presumably, all that he had said before was to comfort her.

Thinking of this, she said, "Didn’t you say that your grandpa wouldn’t blame me?"

Christopher quickly controlled his emotions and said, "I know that grandpa won’t do it, but I still want to hear it from you, so, what did he say?"

Staring at his handsome face, Janice helplessly sighed, "Grandpa said that... he doesn’t blame me."

Hearing this, Christopher was relieved, but found that there was no joy on her face. He asked in confusion, "What’s wrong? Didn’t grandpa say he didn’t blame you? Why are you still frowning?"

Janice shook her head in a daze, not knowing what was going on.

Although Old Mr. Allson had said that he didn’t hold her responsible, she still felt that he had not completely let go of this matter.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t still look so depressed.

However, this was only her conjecture, and she didn’t know how to explain it to him.

She said, "Nothing."

Christopher didn’t seem to care too much and said, "Since it’s solved, let’s go home then."

...

When she heard this, she confusedly asked, "You’re not going in?"

He replied, "No, grandpa must be looking at the dress which reminds him of grandma. If I go in, the atmosphere will be destroyed."

Hearing his words, Janice said to herself, "He guessed correctly. When I came out just now, he was indeed staring at the dress in a daze."

She said, "Then let’s go home."

"Yes, my dear wife," Christopher replied with a smile.

The two of them walked out of the door one after the other.

After the two left, Nanny Daisy walked in. "Mr. Allson."

Old Mr. Allson stared blankly at the dress. Hearing her voice, he turned around and said, "Daisy, please put it back in Wanda’s room."

"OK." Nanny Daisy reached out to take it.

"And, lock Wanda’s room," Old Mr. Allson instructed.

Nanny Daisy knew that locking the room was for preventing something like this from happening, so she replied with a "yes" and turned to go out with the dress.

When the door closed again, Old Mr. Allson suddenly began to cough violently. He covered his lips with a handkerchief, but when he moved away, the handkerchief was stained with blood.

After Janice and Christopher returned home, Janice immediately rushed into the kitchen and rummaged through the drawers.

Christopher frowned at her behavior. "What are you doing?"

Janice couldn’t find anything after searching for a while. She raised her head and asked, "Did you see the tonics that grandpa gave me last time?"

Christopher paused and said, "It seems to be in the trunk."

Upon hearing this, Janice said, "Then you go to get it."

Christopher, however, frowned and asked, "What do you want them for?

Janice replied, "You don’t have to know. I want it now."

With that, she pushed Christopher out of the door.

He was speechless, but still went to the garage.

When he returned, there was a paper bag in his hand.

"Here it is."

Janice hurriedly reached out to take it, and immediately headed for the kitchen.

Christopher only felt a little strange, but he didn’t say anything and went upstairs.

When he came down again, the entire dining room was filled with the bitter taste of Chinese medicine. He knitted his brows and walked over, only to see a bowl of black soup on the table with steam rising from it. At the same time, Janice stood there, holding onto her nose, and tried to drink it.

He walked over with a frown and asked, "What’s this?"

"It’s one of the tonics from your grandpa!" Janice explained.

"So, do you want to drink it?"

Janice nodded. "Of course."

However, she pinched her nose and did not move for a long time.

Christopher stared at her and chuckled, then shook his head helplessly while walking to the kitchen. He quickly came over with a box of rock sugar and waved it in front of her eyes. "Before drinking it, you have to prepare a piece of sugar first."

As he spoke, he took out a crystal clear rock sugar and waved it in front of her, as if he was seducing her.

Indeed, it worked. Janice no longer hesitated. She took a deep breath, picked up the bowl of medicine, and gulped it down.

She drank the bowl of medicine in one gulp, behaving like a warrior who was about to die.

After she had finished, Christopher quickly put the sugar in her mouth.