Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again

Chapter 917 Convincing Old Mrs. Fuller

“That’s right,” Rose admitted with resignation. “I was so mad back then. I trusted your mother so much. I thought even if she didn’t love your father, she still wouldn’t divorce him immediately because she wanted to be a responsible mother to you. I thought she’d treat you well because of it.

Yes, she had indeed treated you well, but who’d have thought she selfishly raised you to be a man’s double? You’re my grandson and the Fuller Family’s third successor. How can you become some person’s double? I’m sure you wouldn’t want to even if you’re from an ordinary household.”

“You’re right. I don’t.” Toby nodded in agreement. This was his pride. In fact, it was anyone’s pride. Everyone came into this world as a unique individual. No one would be willing to be anyone’s double, be it the rich or the poor.

“See what I mean? How am I supposed to tolerate your mother’s behavior?” Rose tapped her cane. “So, I came up with an excuse to take you away from Fuller Residence, saying that you need to come and learn here. I couldn’t continue letting you stay by your mother’s side, for you’ll eventually become a second Connor. I couldn’t watch my own grandson become someone else, so I tried to turn your character around. Yet, who’d have thought I was still one step too late? Your character had basically fully formed by then and I couldn’t shape it anymore.”

She shook her head woefully at that. “I had no choice but to let you be, but six years ago—I don’t know what happened—your personality did a complete one-eighty, leading you to finally behave as you do now. I’m not going to lie. I was genuinely happy.”

“I know.” Toby walked up to his grandmother and held her hand. “Sorry for making you worry all these years, Grandma.”

At that, Rose patted the back of his hand with gratification. “I’m your grandmother. It’s only natural that I’d be worried about my own grandson. Fortunately, everything I’ve done wasn’t for nothing. You’ve finally abandoned the personality your mother shaped you and lived like yourself.”

Though he was aloof and somewhat exasperated, as long as he was himself and not forcibly shaped by others, she would be pleased no matter how.

“Alright, I’ve said all that I should and even told you your parents’ history. Is there anything else you want to know?” Rose took a sip of her tea as she looked at Toby, who shook his head in response.

“Not at the moment––no. My main purpose for coming over today is to find all this out. Thank you for clarifying, Grandma.”

you want to know, or do you expect me to treat these things

as he replied, “Grandma, you have to stop saying things like that. You’re still young and will live

in upon seeing him becoming

then did his tense face

“My, would you look at time? It’s already

only to end up locking

Fuller, it’s almost time for dinner. Since Young Master Toby is here, shall I ask the kitchen to make a

“What do you say, Toby? Do you want to have dinner with me, or go to Sonny’s and be with her? That reminds me, you’ve moved into

her for a while

smiled when they saw his smile and

Rose, even more so, nodded as she smiled.

can’t stay for dinner. I’ve promised Little Leaf that I’d go to Lane Residence with her tonight. Mrs. Lane wants to see

surprised Rose asked, “Mrs. Lane? Do you mean Gracie,

he nodded. “Yeah, she was also Mother’s classmate in college, but Mrs. Lane was closer with Sonia’s mother compared to my mother. Hence, Sonia

Miss Reed’s family, aren’t you, Young Master?” Mary

as he felt a little embarrassed. “Something

giggled upon seeing his reaction like she had discovered something interesting. “Have you prepared any gifts then? I

for yourself, Grandma. They’re all for you. It won’t be right to gift them. No need to worry, Grandma. I know what to do. I’ve already made the

his words. “Alright, you should get going then. It’s

leaving then, Grandma.” Toby bid his grandmother farewell before glancing over at Mary, who instantly received the message and smiled at Rose. “Old Mrs. Fuller, why don’t