After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Barbara slowly lowered her raised hand, her clouded eyes filled with doubt as she looked at Aveline.

"Are you telling the truth?"

Seeing that Barbara had calmed down, Aveline helped her lean back against the headboard and replied, "Yes, we're getting divorced soon."

Barbara pressed further, "When are you getting divorced?"

Aveline answered, "In seven days."

Barbara counted on her fingers and then looked at her, "You better not be lying to me. If you dare lie, I'll still hit you!"

Aveline looked helpless.

If she wanted to hit, she could let her, right?

Pulling a chair over, Aveline sat down and looked at Barbara's wrinkled face. "Grandma, do you really not remember me at all?" Barbara's face remained stern. "Why should I remember you? Are you that important?"

A flicker of sadness crossed Aveline's eyes.

Indeed.

She wasn't important.

didn't matter if she was remembered or

room fell silent for a

her gaze down,

she felt a

be sad.

voice broke the silence. "You better take good care

was like that of a

reached up to take the wreath off her head. "Who

Tudor a while back. She has kept it safe ever since. But later, when she regained some clarity, she never mentioned the wreath again. I stored it away properly. Today, out of nowhere, she started asking for it, so I found it and gave it to her. She

was startled by

really the one she had

couldn't even remember it

still withered, a Her

reached out and wiped the corner of her eye. "Hey, why are you crying? I won't hit you, okay? Please don't

wiped, the more tears fell, like

now filled with anxiety and helplessness. Aveline asked,

immediately opened her arms. "Sure, come here, a hug will make you