Uncle Griffon did not like talking, but he would prove it with practical actions. Just like his love for her aunt, he was not good at expressing it, but he would always protect her aunt with his actions. Uncle Griffon was a very responsible man, Grace thought, so the doll her mother had left behind could be given to him with confidence. Her mother had told her that when she found someone she could trust, she could give the doll to the person, who would surely know her feelings. She trusted her aunt, but she trusted Uncle Griffon even more… Griffon lowered his eyes and looked at the dirty doll with a slightly strange expression, neither wanting nor touching it. Grace fixed him with an expectant gaze, as if she would not withdraw her hand until he took it. Griffon made a fist with one hand, put it on his lips and coughed lightly, then Andre immediately went to get the doll Grace handed over. Only, before Andre’s hand touched the doll, Grace held it back in her arms. Humph, forget it, bad uncle! Grace squirmed, looked angrily out the window, and swore in her mind that she would never speak to Uncle Griffon again! Griffon felt a bit of a headache and regretted his actions. Why did he have to look at the Grace for no reason? Now he had offended her. He struggled against his cleanliness for a while before extending his beautifully manicured fingers and tapping on Grace’s back. “Give it to me.” His tone was cold but pleasant, with a hint of helplessness, and Grace heard his reluctance and became even angrier. She turned and leaned against the window, refusing to turn her head no matter what…. Griffon thought for a moment, dropped the fingers that were supporting his chin, and sna tched the doll from Grace’s hand. Afterward, he put the doll down without exposing his feelings, and considerately said to Grace, “I’ll buy you a whole new set when we’re back in the country.” He wanted to say, “Just throw away the dirty toy.” But seeing Grace turn around and glare at him, the words that were about to come out of his mouth were instinctively swallowed back. Watching the whole scene, Andre felt that Alpha would definitely be a doting father in the future. He could be famed by other people’s daughters, so he could certainly be tamed by his own daughters as well. He began to look forward to the picture of Alpha becoming a doting father…. Andre glanced at Taya sitting next to him and calling Neil and George. “Come on Mrs Knight!” Andre shouted silently. She was even more unaware that in an instant, Grace had changed her address for Uncle Griffon to “Bad Uncle”. After Neil and George boarded the plane, it quickly took off and flew towards Aronland. After the special plane landed, a group of S members in plain clothes sc attered in all directions, but followed them leisurely At the airport exit, Taya was holding Grace, and Griffon was holding her. At a glance, they looked like a family of three. The man was cold and noble, the woman was elegant and refined, and the pup was delicate and beautiful. The three of them were better looking than the others. Behind them were rows of bodyguards in suits and ties, and the two bodyguard leaders in the front were also very handsome. As soon as they appeared at the airport, they immediately drew the awe of pa*sersby. Many people pa*sing by even took out their cell phones to take pictures However, only their backs were photographed, and they soon got into a row of luxury cars. It was an extremely spectacular scene. After staying one night at the Aronland villa, they changed into black clothes the next day and went to the Yardleys pack cemetery. There were many people from the Yardley pack. And their cemetery alone occupied a hill, so it was indeed a large pack in Aronland. The previous generation of the Knight and the Yardley packs had a business competition, Griffon did not feel convenient to get off the car, so he stayed in the car with Grace. Taya took Rosalie’s um, while Neil took a black umbrella, and Andre led a group of bodyguards to protect them as they walked toward the cemetery. In front of Amon’s headstone, Baird Yardley supported the headstone and mourned in a low voice. Jocelyn cried until she could not make a sound, and hundreds of members of the Yardley pack followed in silent mourning. “Mr. Yardley, Rosalie Carmine’s um is here…” The members of the Yardley pack turned around when they heard it. When they saw Taya coming with the urn in her hand, they consciously gave way to her in the middle. Taya walked through the crowd to Baird and Jocelyn and handed the urn to them. Jocelyn seemed reluctant to let Rosalie and Amon be buried together; she did not even look at the urn. Baird also casually glanced at it, “Put it in.” Someone took the urn from Taya, and put it and Amon’s urn together into the huge grave. Seeing with her own eyes the inscription on the headstone “Rosalie Carmine, wife of Amon Yardley” and a picture of the two when they were young, Taya put away the suspense in her heart and a sense of relief gradually appeared in her eyes. “Rosalie, you and Amon did not become mated wolf and she-wolf during your lifetime, but after your death, I hope you will have a different next life.” After meditating in her mind, she took the chrysanthemums Andre handed her and bent down, placing them in front of the headstone, with Neil and George following close behind. After they placed the chrysanthemums, the priest began to pray. The three of them stood in place, looking at the picture on the tombstone and mourning silently with the Yardley pack. Grace leaned against the car window and stared at the headstone for a long time. She did not lower her head until the priest finished praying. “Actually… Strange Uncle is my father, right?” Hearing her speak suddenly, Griffon raised his thick eyebrows in surprise. “You know it?” He did not use a coaxing tone to comfort Grace, instead, he asked her calmly. Experiencing the deaths of both parents and the abuse from her stepfather, Grace had grown ment ally mature. She turned her head and nodded to Griffon. “Strange Uncle would rather shoot himself to save me, I guessed it.” After she finished, she clutched the doll in her hand with some loss. “I promised Strange Uncle that I would study hard and stop playing with guns. But Strange Uncle did not keep his promise and went on with his life.” Thinking of that, Grace felt a little tightness in her chest, her nose also became sour and her tears rolled down uncontrollably. Seeing the pup crying, Griffon dropped his legs that were lazily crossed together, tilted his body slightly, and stared at her with downcast eyes, “Are you going to see your parents?” With pearl-like tears streaming down her cheeks, Grace raised her little head to look at Griffon and said, “My aunt is afraid that someone will take me away, so she won’t let me go.” Griffon, in a rare moment of empathy, took out a tissue and handed it to Grace, “I’m here, no one would dare to take you away.”