Chapter 13

Isaac didn’t Me people poking into his private life.

“A normal person

He promptly helped Grace into the car saying, Granny less head home first.”

Grace bid her goodbyes to Sydney without suggesting a meal together.

Watching them leave Sydney left a pang of jealousy Surrienly, an idea popped into her hand, and she decided to follow them discreetly

Inside the car.

Isaac cleared his throat. “Granny, she doesn’t know my true identity. Please don’t spill the beans ale”

Grace looked surprised. She doesn’t know who you really are?

“She thinks I’m just a regular worker so please don’t let the cat out of the bag”

If it weren’t for Grace’s insistence, he wouldn’t have agreed to introduce her to Brittany

Grace got the hint and said with a smile, 1 gat, 18play along”

Isaac feh she might have misunderstood something and wanted to clarify but ended up saying nothing.

Upon arriving, Isaac helped Grace up the stairs and knocked on the door

Brittany heard the knock and said, “They’re here”

She washed her hands, took off her apron, tidied up her cathes, and then opened the door

Outside steed isane and a cheerful old lady

Grace was dressed in meat clothes of good quality. Her white har was neatly tied back, her eyes sparkling and she innked in good spirits.

One couldn’t tell she was a gravely ill old woman ceanng death

“Granny,welcome. I’m Brittany, Zakky’s wife

Grace had already met Bintany and was very pleased with her. “Thank you for preparing dinner tonight.”)

Brittany breathed a sigh of rebel and helped her into the living room.

Isaac changed his shoes and followed them in

The aroma watting from the kitchen pleased Grace even more Brittany could monk, which was pleasant.

“Granny please sit down. Dimer will be ready scen

She comforted Grace, poured her a cup of water, and handled it to her before heading back to the kitchen

Grace looked around the tidy and clean house, everything was in its place.

She gave Isaac an approving look and sad. This gris not bad.”

who chased after wealth and status and just

He regretted bringing his granny here. They would

frst go help

“Alright”

kitchen, and Brittany w surprised. Why are

doesn i know

I won’t spill

situation. They were just bus ness partners, of course, they wouldnt soil the

remembered something: “Zakky, can you, watch the stove for me forgot to buy the let sauce for the combread. I go get it

Brittany

leave and said,

going to buy the hot sauce you like for

going as her husband? Making it do it,

like this, so he apologized: “Alright, I’ll be sure to connect

Sydney looked at the rundown buildings, frowning. Why would Grace visit a place like

they went in, they hadn’t come out. Sydney couldal wat any longer and

she caught sight of miliar figure: Brittany.

convenience store, grabbed a bottle

are you having combread for dinner

store owner liked Brittany, who wouldn’t like a

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my husband’s grandmother is visiting”

left with her

and her face changed instantly B–clany was

didn’t dare to think about it, but she couldn’t help hersell. No, she had to

her phone and asked Pattina, “Patty, is Brillany

us” Patrina sounded’annoyed: 1 dant know who married

Sydney was stunned.

to stake out a spot at the entrance of the

Britany was oblivious. She camed her purchases home and busted herself for a few minutes: “Zakky,

serve the dishes while Grace sat at the table, rying the food Brittany

looked delicious–a

juice for Grace and said, “Granny, as you re not in

and responded with

chair

questions, when Britany answered one by

I come from a single–parent family. My mother passed away carly, and my relationship with my father deteriorated after he remarried,

not in touch‘

Grace feta pang

excily like

in such an environment and stilbe sa ansible was tee. Grace felt more

‘Granny, let’s eat”

hinted at Grace to stop prying, so she

dinner. Grace insisted on

saw her off

gave Brittany a beautiful box saying earnestly, “Bri. Zac has

accept the gilt

indicating

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