Chapter 1643


    Ste was awakened by a dog’s barking.


    She opened her eyes and found herself in a room with mud walls covered in newspaper. The tungsten


    lightbulb on the ceiling looked old, and the ss wall had ck mold all over it. The room was filled


    with various antique items, and she realized she was covered under arge floral-patterned nket


    that was very warm and soft, exuding a faint scent of the sun. Suddenly, Ste felt like she was in a


    movie where she had time-traveled to the 80s.


    ‘Does that mean that Keegan had also time-traveled?’ she wondered.


    However, the smartphone on the table shattered her fantasy. Shey in bed for a while but soon


    decided to get up-


    The fever had left her feeling weak and sweaty. After spending a few days in the mountains and


    sweating all night, her body had an unpleasant smell.


    She wanted to freshen up but realized there was nothing in the room. So, she adjusted her clothes and


    went outside.


    She only noticed that she was sleeping in the master bedroom of an ancient adobe house. There was


    another room with a separate entrance at the side. A ck dog was inside, and it would not stop


    barking at the passersby.


    The yard had no gate, and there was a hawthorn tree on the eastern side of the entrance. It was winter,


    and the tree had shed all its leaves, leaving only hawthorn berries hanging from the branches. It looked


    beautiful yet bleak.


    Suddenly, Ste remembered when she would pick hawthorn berries under a tree like that one during


    her childhood days.


    When she was still lost in her thoughts, she heard someone talking to her from behind, “You’re awake.”


    Ste turned around and saw Marshalling out from the west side of the house, wearing an old


    coat.


    Marshall saw Ste staring at the coat he was wearing and exined with a smile, Mr. Jewell said that


    my clothes were too thin, so he gave me this. It feels pretty warm.”


    Instead of responding to that, Ste asked, “Where’s Great Grandpa?”


    “He’s castrating the piglets in the backyard. I’ll show you the way,” Marshall said.


    The backyard wasrger than the front yard. There was a vegetable farm, a chicken coop, and even


    pigs and sheep pens.


    However, there were only pigs left on the farm. Arthur was getting older; although he was still very


    healthy, he could not manage to take care of so many animals.


    He was about to sell the mother pig but decided to keep it because it was pregnant.


    Arthur would castrate all the piglets himself when he was younger. However, his hands grew shaky as


    he grew older, so he had Marshall help him.


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    Marshall grew up in the city and had never even seen a pig up close, let alone castrating one. He held


    the tools in his hands but just could not bring himself to do it.


    Arthur was like a coach in a basketball game, frantically directing his inexperienced yer who could


    not even get a simple rebound.


    He looked at the bite marks on Marshall’s hand from the little pig and could not help but say, “I’ve lived


    to be this old, but this is the first time seeing someone getting bitten by a pig-“


    Marshall felt very embarrassed.


    Ste thought about the time when Arthur visited Rivera, and she and Keegan took him out.


    At that time, Keegan was still a very insensitive person.


    After all, he came from a very wealthy family; he even needed someone to open the car door for him


    when getting out of the car.


    However, Arthur did not care about that at all. He sent him to fetch water, buy tickets, wait in line for


    food, and even had him carry his jacket when he went to the washroom.


    If Keegan showed the slightest dissatisfaction, he would sigh and say, “It’s important to find a husband


    with a good temper regardless of how rich he is. One can never marry a man who would be easily


    upset. If he can’t even buy you a bottle of water without sulking, he’s not the right one. When you’re old


    and lying in a sickbed, I’m sure that he’d be the first one to pull your oxygen tube right out.”


    Keegan was infuriated. When Arthur went to the restroom one time, heined to Ste in a low


    voice, “What does that have to do with pulling out an oxygen tube? He could’ve told me to do


    everything at once, but he had to make me go back and forth several times. He’s making me do extra


    work for no reason, yet I can’t be mad?”