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

silent for

gaze down, not looking at

a weight on

sad. Here, take

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

tone was like that

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

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

was startled by

really the one she

even remember it

the leaves and ad still withered, a Her eyes stung with an inexplicable

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

fell, like broken beads silently rolling

Aveline gazed at Barbara's aged, worry-lined face, now filled with anxiety and helplessness. Aveline

immediately opened her arms. "Sure, come here,