Win Her Back

Edmund nodded slightly to show his understanding. It was hard for anyone to accept such a family background. It was normal for her not to call him grandfather.

He struggled to stand up and took out a letter from the drawer of the bedside table. She opened it with a trembling hand. The yellow paper was full of a strong sense of age.

"I always regret that I was angry with your mother and didn't pick you up! But your mother is stubborn. She would never give in unless she couldn't hold on.

However, it was too late when I realized it. I followed the address and found that you and your mother had left. I haven't heard from you since then.

I thought your mother was blaming me, so she left in a fit of anger. I don't expect to be separated from her by accident. How can I accept it?"

Hester's nose twitched when she heard what happened in the past from him. In her memory, her mother did send a letter. At that time, she was too young to know what was written on it.

Now she remembered that this letter carried all her hopes! Her father was addicted to gambling and couldn't extricate himself from it. He had no choice but to ask his father to help her. But what came next was indeed the debt collectors, and things had been smashed endlessly.

"My mother has never blamed you. It was her fault. She deserved it. She doesn't hate anyone."

"Really?"

The old man's eyes trembled, flickering with a faint light. He looked at Hester, and a faint hope was ignited. Guilt almost killed him.

"Did your mother say that?"

Hester nodded slightly, thinking back to a long time ago. At that time, her mother hadn't lost her vitality because of the pressure of life, and occasionally told her something about her grandfather.

would never forget her mother's expression, and her eyes

grandfather. Every time

to peace, but the pillow beside her ear was quietly wet. At that time, I didn't understand, but now

a proud person. Even if she did something wrong, she would grit her teeth and insist on walking. She eloped

"It's all his fault!"

Edmund was filled with righteous indignation. If it weren't for him, his daughter wouldn't have suffered so

closed his eyes, he could hear the cry of Rosemary, which

the end. Would she be tortured to death,

of nonsense, which almost

for him, Rosemary wouldn't have ended up like this. She has been well taught since she was a child. In order to keep her happy forever,

easily

hand. Edmund was indeed a good father. He built an iron wall for his

opinion, you are a good father who is responsible for your duties, but she is not a good daughter, and has failed

was drooping. The quilt in front of him was wet by a drop of tear, and then the second drop, and then

for a long time. Listening to his suppressed cry,

she didn't know how to comfort him. As a strict father, he had to

he was just an ordinary person. A person who would cry

a group of people into the bedroom and solved the problem thoroughly.

living room. On the left was Rowena, and on the right was Eric. The three of them were