Chapter 150: The Only Blood Relative

As soon as Matriarch Jackson looked at Wendy's face, she was completely clear.



However, she had let Hunter and Emily get engaged. Now, Wendy liked Hunter. What could she do?



Matriarch Jackson suddenly regretted. She certainly hoped that Wendy could be happy.



However, she didn't want to break lovers up. It was too cruel.



“lam fine. Wendy has been with me for a long time, and I am very happy today.”



Matriarch Jackson took Wendy's hands and was really happy.



Hunter's eyes finally fell on Wendy.



Wendy wanted to see him, but she was a little shy. She could only look down and hold her fingers with
a shy face.





Vincent also came over, "Grandma, how are you?"



“With Wendy, I am fine."



Hunter and Vincent were all the younger generation that Matriarch Jackson liked.



She was happy to see them. "Vincent, come to sit down. You are not in good health. Don't always
stand.”



“I'm fine. I've had a long recuperate abroad. Now, I'm in good health.”



However, Vincent still pulled a chair and sat down beside Matriarch Jackson.



Seeing that Matriarch Jackson's face was still a little pale, the brothers felt unwell.



They thought of the doctor's words that it was unknown whether Matriarch Jackson could survive this
winter.





“That's good.” Matriarch Jackson saw that Vincent looked better than before and was no longer as sick
and weak as before. She felt relieved.



Now Wendy was the one Matriarch Jackson worried most.



This poor little girl had suffered so much in the Gale family and still did not know their relationship.



Wendy was so strong. But the stronger Wendy was, the more Matriarch Jackson loved her.



“Hunter.” Matriarch Jackson suddenly called.



“Well?” Hunter also sat on the chair and looked at her.



“Hunter, I want to tell you something. Come with me."



Hunter immediately pushed her wheelchair, "Grandma, where do you want to go?"





“Let's go for a walk in the yard.” Matriarch Jackson looked back at Wendy and was a little worried.



She looked at Vincent, "Vincent, Wendy's foot was hurt. Please take care of her."



Vincent just nodded slightly and did not speak.



Hunter pushed Matriarch Jackson to the courtyard, and then stopped under the shade of the trees.



Walking to her side, Hunter gently asked, "Grandma, what do you want to tell me?"



Matriarch Jackson had spoken to him seriously. In fact, Hunter was uneasy.



It seemed as if Matriarch Jackson was about to say last words.



Sure enough, Matriarch Jackson took his hands and her eyes turned red.



“I know that I may not live long.”





"Don't talk nonsense. Grandma is in good health and can live a long life.” Hunter immediately
interrupted her.



But Matriarch Jackson shook her head. She knew her own situation.



It was impossible to live a long life. It was hard to say whether she could live through this year.



Even if they and the doctor all hid from her and didn't tell her the real condition, she knew clearly about
her own body.



“Hunter, I hope you can help me with something.”



“Just say it.”



Matriarch Jackson looked at him. Her grandson was really excellent, powerful and warm.





Although there was a rumor outside that Hunter was cold and heartless, Matriarch Jackson knew that
once it was the person he cared about, he would protect her well.



However, it was really hard to be the person he cared about.



“I want you to protect a girl for me.”



Matriarch Jackson knew that her request was too much. It would even be a lifelong burden for Hunter.



But she had no choice. What about her granddaughter if she died one day?

“Who?" Hunter looked a little indifferent.



“The girl who just sat with me, Wendy.”



His face became ugly for a moment.



This was an absolute burden to him!





The word of ‘protect’ was too serious! He was very resistant and even disgusted at the thought.



“Hunter, I know that you always don't like to be too close to girls. My request is really too much for you.”



But what could she do? No one could understand her worries. Except Hunter, no one could protect her
granddaughter.



“Why does grandma like Wendy so much?"



This girl had no relationship with his grandmother in Hunter's impression.



Just as he didn't understand why grandma was so good to Emily.



However, Hunter found that he was biased.



When grandma was good to Emily, even if he had doubts, he could readily accept it.





But now, grandma was good to Wendy and even let him be good to Wendy. It was not a question of
doubt, but a burden.



Matriarch Jackson looked at him and stopped.



She wanted to say many words, but she dared not say.



“If grandma can't give me a reasonable reason, I think it's hard for me to agree it.”



Matriarch Jackson's hands grasped the wheelchair handle more tightly. Even the joints of her thin
fingers were white.



Hunter looked down at her trembling fingers.



Matriarch Jackson knew that he pitied her, and that if she insisted on not saying it, he would not ask.





But the end that Hunter was willing to do and was forced to do would be very different for Wendy.



"She is my... the only blood relative in this world.”



Hunter did not speak. The air suddenly became quiet.



In the early autumn of October, leaves fell one after another. A dead leaf fell on Matriarch Jackson's
hair. A piece of yellow in the white hair hurt Hunter's eyes.



Matriarch Jackson once had a blood relative.



It was her son, the fourth son of the Jackson family, Finley.



It happened many years ago. A fire had killed Finley and made Matriarch Jackson sick from then on.



How old was Hunter at that time?





He was young and also in the fire.



He survived because of Finley.



Finley saved Hunter but was buried in the fire.



From then on, Matriarch Jackson was infertile and could not have her own children.



Although she was the Matriarch Jackson of the Jackson family, there was no real blood relationship
between her and so many children and grandchildren.



Hunter had always cared for her. Because he knew that if it was not for saving him, Finley would not
die and Matriarch Jackson would have a close relative.



Now, Matriarch Jackson said that she still has a blood relative. Whoever this blood relative was, Hunter
had to protect her.



It was he owed her.





After a long time, Matriarch Jackson looked at Hunter and said lightly, “Hunter, I know that what I asked
you is really too much.”



“I also know that as long as I say it, you will do it and protect Wendy for me."



She still held the handle tightly. She was a little excited but more helpless.



“But I have only one granddaughter. I don't dare to publicize. I'm afraid someone will do harm to her. I
don't dare to bring her back. I'm afraid I'll scare her."



“The only thing I can pray for is that when I'm dead, at least there's someone else who can help me
protect her."


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