Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 305

"Effie, could you come here for a moment?"

Her grandmother pulled her out onto the balcony before lowering her voice. "What's going on? Why were you two sleeping here last night?"

Effie replied, "Grandma, Lyman says he really enjoys living with you. If you don't want to move into our place, then we'll just stay at yours. As long as we get to see you, that's what matters."

Her grandmother fell silent for a moment, a wry smile tugging at her lips.

Kids these days and their ideas.

"I'm fine living on my own, really," she said.

Effie took her grandmother's hand gently. “Grandma, if you'd said that to me ten years ago, I wouldn't have worried. But now you're getting older-you shouldn't be living alone anymore. You need someone to look after you."

"If I just leave you here by yourself, people will say I'm a terrible granddaughter."

But her grandmother waved off the concern, unfazed. "Who cares what people say? All that matters is that I know you care about me. Let them talk-it's their mouths, not mine."

"I know, I shouldn't care what others think," Effie said softly. "But I hate that every time something happens to you, I'm not there. I only find out because someone else calls me. Grandma, please let Lyman and me take care of you. If you don't want to move, we'll just come live with you."

Her grandmother hesitated, looking at Effie with uncertainty. She didn't agree, but she didn't say no either.

Effie let out a quiet sigh of relief. No outright refusal that was a good sign. "Grandma, Effie, breakfast is ready!" Lyman called from inside.

Lyman and Effie got ready for

that someone was watching her from the

it just her

noticed her unease. "Is

shook her head, pushing away the thought. "It's nothing. Let's

way, Effie happily recounted

to handle things,"

in profile—her happiness seemed to light up

so he squeezed her hand and

they neared the office, Effie got out of the

Isabel and Carole watched the

clenched so tightly her nails

is she trying to fool with

leaned over, trying to soothe her. "Isabel,

seething, Isabel shot her

the office? It's obvious-she doesn't want to be seen. That just proves Mr. Etheridge doesn't take her seriously. He

considering it, and then a sly

glanced at Carole,

Sy grateful. Without

reminder, she never