The voice sounded like a splash of clear spring water over Norton Jarvis's body, sending a shiver through him and causing his eyes to instantly widen.
On the screen, Mrs. Jarvis glanced at her son, then, with affection brimming in her gaze, she looked forward and said softly, "Grace, my darling."
"Grandma, eat grapes!" The crisp voice came through clearly from the screen once more.
Grace?
Grace!
Excitedly, Norton Jarvis watched the screen, but as Mrs. Jarvis rose, the call interface also closed. Due to the buffering, a chubby little hand could still be seen clearly on the screen, held high, and then it tightly grabbed Mrs. Jarvis's clothes.
Is Grace his daughter, isn't she?
Is this little hand his daughter's, isn't it?
While Norton Jarvis was still in a daze, the screen went completely dark.
He rushed forward and leaned on the screen, "Grace!"
"Grace!"
But the cold screen conveyed a cruel truth, his daughter could not possibly hear his call.