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.

matter if she was remembered

silent

gaze down, not looking at

felt a weight on

sad. Here, take

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

tone was like

the wreath off her head. "Who gave this to you?"

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 found

by the

this wreath really the one she had made for Barbara

couldn't even

closely, although it

the leaves and ad still withered,

an inexplicable

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

more tears fell, like broken

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

her arms. "Sure, come here,

embrace,