Chapter 2 Thank You

“Grandma, don't worry. I've already sent someone to look into it.” Hansel Fitzgerald's voice was deep and magnetic. “If it weren't for that young girl, I wouldn't be here today,” Mabel said, deeply moved. “She's incredibly beautiful, with a delicate oval face, big eyes, and fair skin. If she were older, she'd be a perfect match for you. If you could find a wife and get married soon, I'd finally be able to relax.” “I'm afraid this matter isn't as simple as it seems.” A cold glint flashed across Hansel's eyes. At twenty-nine, he was a man of integrity, with not a single woman by his side. The Fitzgerald family was undeniably the most influential and prestigious in the capital. Countless people were eager to form marital ties with them. It was a rare outing for Mabel, and yet, by some twist of fate, she found herself in a car accident, rescued by a young woman who happened to be passing by. Could this all really be a coincidence? Mabel knew that her grandson had been sharp-witted since childhood. He had dominated the business world for many years, demonstrating an incredible depth of cunning and strategic thinking. “Go ahead and investigate if you must,” Mabel conceded, “but I still don't believe that young woman is a bad person.” Having lived to such a ripe old age, Mabel had developed a keen sense of judgment when it came to people. She had faith in her own discernment. The young woman's gaze was so clear and pure that it was impossible to perceive her as someone with ill intentions. When Hansel emerged from the ward, his gaze instantly turned as icy cold as frost. He instructed his assistant, “Look into the origins of that car, and find out more about the woman who ran away.” “Yes, Mr. Fitzgerald.” If the Miller family were aware of the Fitzgerald family's lineage, they would likely be filled with regret. Repaying such a significant favor with just a million was far from adequate. But their lack of foresight was understandable, considering they viewed a million as an enormous sum. For the Fitzgerald family, this amount of money was insignificant. Even if it were a hundred times more, they could effortlessly produce it without batting an eye. After her family finished their meal, Cassandra, with an empty stomach, collected the dishes and utensils and took them to the kitchen to wash. When she initially lost her eyesight, she was unaccustomed to it and frequently broke bowls, leading to harsh beatings from her parents. After finishing all the household chores, Cassandra found the house eerily quiet; everyone had already gone to bed. She didn't even have a room to call her own, relegated instead to a corner of the living room for sleep. Her bed was a hand-me-down from Harry's childhood, cluttered with various odds and ends. She couldn't even fully stretch out on it without bumping her head. Cassandra slung her backpack over her shoulder, which held all her identification documents. She picked up a stick to use as a makeshift walking cane and quietly slipped out of the house. She had barely stepped outside when a sleek black luxury car pulled up beside her. Upon hearing the sound of the car, Cassandra tensed up. The rear car window rolled down, revealing Hansel's strikingly handsome face. Hansel signaled the driver to stay close to Cassandra. Cassandra took a few steps forward, and the car beside her followed. Her complexion turned pale, and finally, she couldn't help but ask, her voice a mere whisper, “Excuse me, but are you following me?” She was frail, carrying a large yellow duck backpack. Her skin was delicate and fair. Even with her eyes closed, her delicate features hinted at a striking beauty to come. Grandma's right. She doesn't seem like a bad person; she seems like a child who hasn't grown up yet. The assistant opened the car door, and Hansel stepped out, approaching Cassandra with a determined stride. Standing nearly six feet tall, he loomed over her like a towering mountain. “I heard your eyesight hasn't recovered yet. Why did you leave the hospital?” His deep, magnetic voice was so close that it made Cassandra feel a bit shy. It was the most beautiful voice she had ever heard. With her eyes closed, she turned her face toward his direction. “Who are you?” Given Hansel's usual temperament, he certainly wouldn't have had the patience to engage with a young girl for this long. However, when he looked at her thin, petite face, which suggested she hadn't had a decent meal in a long time, he unexpectedly felt a touch of pity. “I'm the grandson of the elderly lady you saved. Thank you for helping my grandmother.” Hansel wasn't sure which part of his words had amused her, but Cassandra's lips curved into a smile, and a soft chuckle escaped her. She was naturally delicate and beautiful, but her smile, with its dimpled corners, made her even more breathtaking. The assistant and the driver stood off to the side, whispering among themselves. “No wonder Old Mrs. Fitzgerald likes her so much. She's not only kind-hearted but also incredibly beautiful.” “It's such a pity for someone so beautiful to lose her eyesight.” Cassandra shook her head. “Don't worry about it.” “It's late at night. Where are you off to alone?”