"Sage, what are you worried about? I''m still pretty healthy. I don''t need you to hold me," Donald


    chirped.


    Sage rested her head on his arm and said, "Well, just think of it as you helping me to walk!"


    Donald curiously asked, "Sage, is there something on your mind? Why do I feel like something has


    changed in youtely?"


    She did not deny it. "Is it a good or bad change?”


    Feeling sorry, he patted her on the shoulder. “I don''t need you to be understanding and obedient all the


    time. You can live life any way you want as long as it makes you happy."


    She felt a lump in her throat upon hearing his remark. Tears brimmed in her eyes. Donald had always


    doted on her. He''d never me her no matter what mistakes she had made.


    "Why are you crying? What''s troubling you?" Donald inquired.


    She wiped away her tears and shook her head. "Nothing. I just feel sorry. I only hadn in my eyes and


    did not pay much attention to you in the past.”


    Donald broke into a smile. "You little fool. I''m happy for you because you found someone you love."


    She was about to reply to him when they were interrupted by a scream. Right after that, a motorcycle


    came speeding in their direction.


    Sage felt her chest tightening in fear, and she grabbed Donald intending to run to safety. After they


    moved away, the motorcycle dashed past the spot they had been standing at just moments ago. Right


    when she was about to let out a sigh of relief, she spotted another motorcycleing at them.


    "Grandpa, look out!" Sage yelled. At the same time, she reflexively snatched a traffic cone from the


    street and hurled it at the motorcyclist. The motorcyclist was hit in the head and braked immediately.


    The tires screeched loudly from the friction with the surface of the road.


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    The man''s helmet fell off. At that time, a crowd had formed around the ident scene. The motorcyclist


    grabbed his helmet and left the scene in a hurry.


    "What''s wrong with those two people? This is a pedestrian zone! How could they race here?"


    "That''s right! They''re so uncivilized! Thankfully no one was injured.” The passersby discussed the


    ident with lingering shock.


    "Sage, are you alright?" Donald approached Sage and asked worriedly. Sage did not immediately reply


    to him. She stood frozen on the spot, eyes wide in shock.


    "Sage, what''s wrong? Are you hurt somewhere?" Donald nearly called 911 out of worry.


    She quickly stopped him. "Grandpa, I''m fine."


    Dexter, who had gone to a nearby store to buy some stuff, hurried over to the duo. Since he did not


    witness the ident, he stared at Donald and Sage in confusion.


    "Dexter, please head back to the hotel with Grandpa,” Sage ordered. However, she changed her mind


    the next second. "Never mind. I''ll send the both of you to the hotel first.”


    When they arrived at their hotel rooms, Donald sensed that something was amiss from Sage''s


    expression. He inquired, "Sage, are you really okay?"


    “I''m fine. Grandpa, please rest early today. I have something to discuss with Zack.” She did not want


    Donald to worry, so she made a call to Zack in front of him. She told Zack to meet up with her.


    Seeing that, Donald looked relieved. "Get back early tonight.”


    "Will do.” Sage hailed a cab in front of the hotel. Her hands were still trembling.


    She had concealed her fear and panic in front of Donald despite secretly losing her mind because she


    recognized the motorcyclist whose helmet had fallen off.