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 or

silent for a

her gaze down, not looking at

a weight on

be sad.

the silence. "You better take

was like that of

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

it safe ever since. But later, when she regained some clarity, she never mentioned the wreath again. I stored it away properly. Today, out

by

really the one she had made for Barbara

couldn't even

closely, although it had

leaves and ad

with an inexplicable soreness, and her

wiped the corner of her eye.

fell, like broken beads silently rolling down Aveline's

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

"Sure, come here, a

embrace, and her tears