The Old Master smiled. "It doesn't matter if you don't give it to her. You can wear it yourself too. I didn't take responsibility for her and she didn't have a sense of responsibility for you sisters either. If you are willing to give it to her, then you can give it. If you don't want to give it to her, then don't."
After Grace listened to these words, there was an unspeakable feeling in her heart.
Grace took the matter on its merits. "She was stronger than you; at least she raised us for more than ten years."
The Old Master laughed at himself. "Speaking of which, I raised your uncle. Your mother also stayed by my side for a few years. It's a pity that fate makes a fool out of people."
Grace was tired at this point. She took off the bracelet and put it back in the box. Then she said, "You should give this heirloom to my aunt."
The Old Master was startled. He looked at Grace, suddenly understanding the meaning behind her words.