Though they had known for a long time that their daughter would one day have a son and a daughter, seeing it with their own eyes still felt like an unbelievable dream.
Noah Grant stared at the little girl cradled in Javier Sinclair's arms, his tone tinged with uncertainty. "Is... is this really my granddaughter? My daughter's child?"
Javier nodded slightly.
"Yes, this is Celeste's child."
Looking at the little girl's face, which closely resembled their daughter's when she was young, Noah and his wife had to accept the reality: their daughter had grown up. She had married, had children, and started a family of her own.
Their eyes reddened, yet they didn't dare reach out. They were terrified that this was all an illusion, a mere dream. They feared that upon waking, the two of them would still be trapped in the long river of time, unable to escape.
