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When Grace came back, she was carrying a lot of nutritional supplements in large and small bags.

As soon as she entered the door, my dad didn't even bother to watch the news. He quickly got up from the sofa and walked over to take the things in her hands and put them on the ground one by one. He asked with concern: "How is your recovery? Have you finished the confinement center? Is there a traffic jam on the road? You don't need to buy so much when you go home. Your mother and I have everything. Just take care of yourself... and Victor and your daughter. Everything is fine with us."

When my mother heard the sound, she put down the food in the pot and came out wearing an apron. She wiped her hands on the apron awkwardly: "Grace is back? Wash your hands first, the meal will be ready soon, and Victor is watching the children in the bedroom."

It is said that mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are natural enemies, but in my family, Grace is closer to me than my parents' biological daughter.

Faced with her parents' concern, she smiled and nodded, then went to the bathroom to wash up.

My dad then turned around and pushed my mom into the kitchen: "What are you doing here? Hurry up and cook. Everyone is back and your meal is not ready yet. Don't let the three children go hungry."

My mother agreed reluctantly and went back into the kitchen to continue working.

What a wonderful atmosphere! It really makes me sad to leave.

I opened the drawer of the bedside table, drank the last dose of medicine, got up and walked towards the living room.

I happened to see Grace coming out of the bathroom. Her eyes fell on me, full of worry: "Why have you lost so much weight? Are you feeling unwell? Are you too tired from taking care of your daughter?"

As she spoke, she was about to reach out and touch my forehead. I avoided her movement calmly: "Mom and Dad are still at home, don't move."

My father laughed and lowered his head pretending not to hear, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

Grace curled her lips, reached into her bag, took out a beautifully wrapped watch gift box, and opened it in front of me.

The watch worth millions of dollars reflected the brilliance of happiness in the sun: "Do you like it? I'll change it for you. Thank you, husband, for taking care of our daughter for a month. You've worked hard!"

I accepted the gift and placed a kiss on her forehead: "I can't bear to wear what you gave me, so put it away and eat."

She didn't show any grievance, but nodded in understanding. She is such a considerate and perfect wife.

When I served all the food, Grace went to the balcony to answer a phone call.

My parents and I tacitly agreed not to pick up our chopsticks. We waited for her to come back half an hour later before we started eating.

My dad, who was always calm, looked a little flustered today. He picked up food for Grace while talking: "Try this. It's your mom's specialty. You can't buy it outside."

My mother smiled ingratiatingly, with a hint of uneasiness in her eyes: "It doesn't matter if I'm good at it or not, as long as the children like to eat it, it's fine. If they like it, I'll make more in the future. You can come home more often to eat... and let us see our precious granddaughter more often."

I saw their expressions, but my heart was broken and I lost my appetite.

I stood up and walked towards the room. My mother hurriedly called me: " Victor, where are you going? Eat quickly, it will get cold soon."

"It's okay, I'll go make the milk powder. The baby will cry if he's hungry."

Just as I fed the prepared milk powder into my daughter's mouth, there was a dull thud of something heavy falling outside.

One sound, two sounds, three sounds.

I calculated the time and went out, and my parents were already lying on the ground.

Grace was the only one in the living room who was still conscious, but due to the effects of the drugs, she could not make any sound.

Well, let her see with her own eyes how retribution comes.