Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0089

"Good evening, Grandma," I said into ue phone after I picked up the call. I tried to sound as casual as possible but I was dying to know why she called as the pleasantries seemed to stretch.

"How have you been, child? It's been quite a while," her familiar shrill voice filled the speaker of the phone.

"I've been good, Grandma. How are you?"

"I am fine, Sydney. So I called you to personally invite you to my birthday banquet that is happening on Sunday."

I released a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"You see, Grandma, "I started, unsure how to delicately break it to her. "You know I'm now divorced from Mark. I don't think it's appropriate for me to attend the family's intimate occasions like this one." "What nonsense. You're family, you will always be family to me."

My heart warmed at her declaration and I sniffed but I still intended to stand my ground. "I know, Grandma but... How about I celebrate with you privately? Just you and me." I glanced at Grace who seemed to be fully absorbed in our conversation. "Maybe with my friend too."

"No, Sydney."

had always been the type that always got whatever she

her voice lowered and she sounded slightly dejected, "lately,

"Grandma, please no. Stop. saying that. You are very healthy and you will live long with

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Sunday."

when she complained about her health was instantly thrown out the window as she chirped. "You must come. Apart from m thday banquet that you will be attending. I have a guy I want to introduo you," Grace

giggled, "Is this

No," She said in an exaggerated tone, "Nothing like that. I just would like you to meet

course, that's all,"

playfully stern tone, "Stop giggling, girl,"

head, a small smile on my lips. “Doris will always be Doris," I muttered as I stared at the phone.

brows, "There's a handsome man, huh?" Then she reached out and

off me as I spasmed from laughter. "Please,

her hands. "I will design

relax, you don't have to design a dress for every of our outings.