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 was remembered or

silent for

gaze down, not looking at

felt a weight

sad. Here,

slightly awkward voice broke the silence. "You better take good

like that of a

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

when she regained some clarity, she never mentioned the wreath again. I stored

by the caregiver's

this wreath really the one she had made

even remember

although it

the leaves and ad still

an inexplicable soreness, and her vision blurred

reached out and wiped the corner of her eye. "Hey, why are you crying? I won't hit you,

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

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

come here, a

leaned into Barbara's embrace, and her tears fell