<h4>Chapter 518: Chapter 518: The Lancaster Family Also Has a Comatose Patient</h4>


    Auntie Ann knows that Caleb Lancaster is a trauma in Old Madam Lancaster’s heart, and now mentioning him has stirred up emotions again.


    Usually, Old Madam Lancaster wouldn’t bring it up herself, and even if outsiders ask, she wouldn’t say much.


    Unexpectedly, she became so willing to talk about it in front of Nina Sinir.


    "Grandma, don’t be sad," Nina Sinir reached out and gently patted Old Madam Lancaster’s back, offering softfort.


    Nina Sinir’s gentle voice seemed to have the ability to soothe hearts; under her constion, Old Madam Lancaster’s emotions gradually calmed down.


    Since it was already mentioned, Old Madam Lancaster continued without reservation: "His fourth uncle is extremely talented, but had an ident when he was young and becameatose, lying in a hospital bed for many years. He’s now receiving treatment abroad. Doctors say there’s no chance of waking after more than ten years of beingatose..."


    This lifetime might be all there is for Caleb Lancaster.


    Even so, Old Madam Lancaster is still reluctant to give up; they’re willing to spend money to keep him alive, praying he might wake someday.


    Although the probability is very slim.


    Nina Sinir didn’t know the Lancaster Family had aatose member too; her own mother has beenatose for years, so she deeply understands Old Madam Lancaster’s feelings.


    She murmured, "Grandma, there’s aatose person in my family too, I can empathize with your pain. They will wake up one day!"


    Upon hearing Nina Sinir’s words, Old Madam Lancaster smiled and said, "Many people have said that to me, but none bring me thefort that your words do, Nina. I also believe the old fourth will wake up."


    It’s unclear why Old Madam Lancaster likes Nina Sinir so much.


    Her words are moreforting to her than others, making her feel more at ease.


    Old Madam Lancaster didn’t dwell on Caleb anymore. She continued, "There’s also the old fifth, who’s rarely home, and his daughter Monica is studying abroad. She won’t graduate and return for another couple of years."


    Nina Sinir nodded, surprised she has a cousin-inw.


    Now she finally understands the slightly helpless expression Julian Lancaster had when he mentioned there are many family members.


    Never imagined Grandma Lancaster had so many children, yet none visit her and Grandfather Lancaster. They’re really heartless.


    But it’s alright; they still have her and Julian.


    Nina Sinir smiled, patting her chest in assurance, "Grandma, Julian and I will visit often."


    "Nina, you’re such a good child," Old Madam Lancaster gazed at her with a smile, affirming her perception was correct.


    "Grandma, let me cook for you and Grandpa tonight."


    "Then your grandpa and I will eagerly await tasting your cooking."


    The daughters of the Lancaster Family are all pampereddies who never cook, let alone do so for Old Madam Lancaster. So hearing Nina Sinir say she’d cook, Old Madam Lancaster felt a mix of anticipation and curiosity.


    In fact, Nina Sinir realized that Old Madam Lancaster and Old Master Lancaster usually lead lonely lives, likely eating very simple meals.


    Preparing a meal now, adding some liveliness, might make them happier.


    Following that, Old Madam Lancaster tagged along behind Nina Sinir, watching her pick the freshest ingredients and skillfully haggle with vendors.


    These aren’t traits you would expect to see in a refined youngdy from a prestigious family, yet the girl before her felt full of vitality, truly special.


    No wonder Julian Lancaster likes her; Nina Sinir indeed is a lovely girl.


    Actually, Old Madam Lancaster didn’t know Nina Sinir was once the kind of youngdy she perceived her to be, but life taught her many things that added traits that typical privileged daughters don’t possess.


    "Okay, Grandma, let’s head back."


    Finally, the three of them returned triumphantly, carrying severalrge bags full of items.