Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 405

Chapter 405: Chapter 405

Everyone was now assembled, and Julie, knocking on the door with a smile, announced in a louder and jubilant voice, "Madam, Louisa and your granddaughters have come to see you!"

"Come in," came a kind voice from inside the room.

After opening the door, Julie stepped aside.

The old woman on the hospital bed looked dignified and elegant. She seemed to be glowing, full of life.

"Mom, you’re finally awake—"

Unable to contain their excitement, Kenneth and Louisa rushed forward and embraced her, tears of joy streaming down their faces.

Cornelia Collins, smiling, her eyes radiating maternal warmth and love, said, "Why are you crying?"

"Mom, you and Dad have been unconscious for so long. It scared us," Louisa said with tears in her eyes. "You don’t know how long we’ve been hoping for you and Dad to wake up, and finally, the day has come."

Kenneth was also choking up, his voice hoarse, "You and Dad have suffered."

"Suffered? We just closed our eyes and ignored the world, but—" Cornelia lovingly looked at the two in front of her, "you must be tired, having to worry about us and take care of the family."

As Louisa’s tears flowed, Cornelia turned to her son. "Kenneth, what are you standing there for? Your wife is crying—don’t you have some tissues?"

Kenneth, belatedly realizing, quickly brought over a box of tissues.

Hearing this, Louisa couldn’t help but laugh through her tears. "Mom, he wouldn’t dare."

"Yeah, Mom, I love her too much to hurt her."

Seeing their enduring love and harmony, Cornelia couldn’t help but smile. "Where is the child you were talking about?"

"She’s here," Louisa said, remembering their mission. She quickly waved Rosemary over. "Rose, come here. Let your grandmother have a good look at you."

The young girl standing nearby had clear, bright eyes, an elegant appearance, and a charismatic demeanor. Her skin was fair. She greeted her grandma politely, her voice pure and soothing, like the babbling of a brook.

What a lovely young girl, thought Cornelia. Whether it was her voice, her looks, or her demeanor, she was truly a sight for sore eyes.

Cornelia’s eyes still sparkled with the same energy that had made her a force to be reckoned with over the years, as well as the warmth and affection of an elder. "You must be Rosemary, my own granddaughter. Come over here."

Cornelia patted the spot next to her. Rosemary obediently walked over and sat down.

"I heard about your story over the phone. I had a feeling something was not quite right about that fire all those years ago. I secretly investigated for a while without telling Kenneth and Louisa. But when I couldn’t find any leads, I gave up. If I had persisted in my investigation back then, maybe you wouldn’t have had to suffer like this."

Cornelia clasped Rosemary’s soft hand, seeming somewhat remorseful.

Rosemary hadn’t anticipated that her grandmother had been so vigilant in her youth, even resorting to private investigations for a while. Suddenly, she saw her grandmother in a new light.

She offered an elegant smile, soothingly saying, "Grandma, you need not feel guilty. I’ve been doing quite well all these years."

Cornelia chuckled at her words. "Sweet child, you’re even comforting me now."

Could she have been doing as well as being with the Collins family? Word was that she was taken in by the Harris family, where she faced many hardships.

Cornelia had heard that the family had finally decided to keep Serena and treat her as Rosemary’s sister.

"The family can afford to feed you. Whatever your living conditions were before, they will remain the same."

In the past eighteen years, Cornelia had come to see her as a genuine granddaughter, loving her deeply. Though they were not related by blood, the bond they had was stronger than any blood tie.

The Collins family was influential and wealthy, so they could definitely accommodate one more girl.

Cornelia patted Serena’s hand. "I heard from the nurse that you often came over while your grandfather and I were unconscious. Good girl, you are very thoughtful."

Cornelia held Serena’s hand in one hand and Rosemary’s in the other. She turned to Louisa. "Now that we have another girl in the house, it feels even more lively."

Then Cornelia began to cough.

Seeing her cough, Rosemary picked up the water jug beside her and poured a glass of water, intending to hand it over.

It was just the very next moment. Rosemary’s movement halted mid-air.

Louisa sensed something was amiss and couldn’t help but ask, "Rose, what’s wrong?"

"There’s something wrong with this water."

As soon as she uttered these words, everyone in the room was stunned. The water was tainted? What was wrong?

"There’s a slow-acting poison in it."