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.

didn't matter if she was remembered

fell silent for a

kept her gaze down,

felt a weight on her

sad. Here,

silence. "You better take good care of it. If it breaks,

was like that of a

take the wreath off her head. "Who

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 it and

by the

really the one she

even remember it

closely, although it

leaves and

inexplicable soreness,

corner of her eye. "Hey, why are you crying? I

more tears fell, like broken beads silently rolling

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

here, a hug

leaned into Barbara's embrace, and her tears