"Ma'am, there's no corpse here!" A man reported. "Only a set of children's clothes!"

"What?" Agatha went forward with her walking stick. She looked into the grave. All she saw was a set of dirty, old clothes!

She froze on the spot, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions.

After a while, she chuckled in delight. "That's amazing! That's amazing! He's not dead! Edith, he isn't dead! He is not dead!" Agatha rejoiced loudly.

Then, she suddenly realized something and immediately became stern. "Did you follow me because you were trying to help Otto?

"Did you try so hard to stop me because you didn't want me to dig up the grave? You want the child to be dead so that he won't be a threat to Otto!"

Edith shook her head profusely. "No, Grandma. That isn't what I was thinking! I also hope the child is fine. I—"

"Enough!" Agatha's gaze darkened.

"Don't think I don't know what you and your son are thinking! Let me tell you, as long as I'm still alive, I won't give up on finding my great-grandson!