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Bella went up the stairs towards Mehmet Harrison's room. With a beating heart, she entered, and then Mehmet Harrison saw her leaning on the rocking chair with closed eyes. Swinging, Bella's gray eyes turned pink from intense crying.

Ever since she was a child, whenever she went to his room, he would welcome her by putting his lips on her hair, but today there was no movement in his existence; his swinging rocking chair was telling that he was awake but not wanting to see him. Bella kept his hands on his knees while sitting on his knees, but he did not open his eyes.

Bella called out in a wet voice, feeling tears mixed in her voice. She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her with flowing eyes.

"Why did you come here? Go to your husband, who is dearer to you than your grandfather."

Mehmet Harrison said it in a dry tone and shook Bella's hands.

"No, grandpa, I don't have anyone dearer than you, and it's not Alexander at all."

Bella said with a sigh.

"I also thought that my wife loved