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

silent

kept her gaze down, not looking at

felt a weight on

sad. Here,

better take good care of

tone was like that of a

startled. She reached up to take the wreath off her head. "Who gave

in and said, "Miss 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

startled by the

really the one she had made for Barbara

even remember

looking closely, although it had

leaves and ad still

inexplicable soreness, and her vision blurred

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

fell, like broken beads silently rolling

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

come here, a hug will make you

into Barbara's embrace, and her tears fell