After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back by Riverflow

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.

if she

silent for a

down, not

she felt a weight

sad. Here, take

the silence. "You better take good care of it. If it breaks, I'll

like that of

wreath off her head.

clarity, she never mentioned the wreath again. I stored it away properly. Today, out of nowhere, she started asking for it,

was startled by the caregiver's

the one she had made for Barbara

couldn't even

looking closely, although it had

leaves and ad still withered,

inexplicable soreness,

of her eye. "Hey, why are you crying? I won't hit you,

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

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

"Sure, come here, a hug will

embrace,