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.

matter if she was

silent for a

down, not looking at

she felt a weight

be sad.

voice broke the silence. "You better take good care of it. If

tone was like that of a

reached up to take the wreath off her head. "Who gave this to you?" Barbara replied, "I don't

and said, "Miss Young, this is the one you gave to Mrs. 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

startled by the caregiver's

the one she

couldn't even remember

been flowell-kept, the leaves and ad still withered, a Her eyes stung with an inexplicable soreness, and her vision blurred

at her, then suddenly reached out and wiped the corner of her eye. "Hey, why are you crying? I won't hit

the more Barbara wiped, the more tears fell, like broken beads

gazed at Barbara's aged, worry-lined face, now filled

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