Life After Prison Novel by Silencieux

Chapter 147

“He’s Severin? I thought he just came out of prison. Is he that rich already?” Maryam frowned. She wondered if it was a dream because everything was simply so surreal to her.

On one side, Stanley said, “That’s him alright. He’s the one who made a big fuss at the hotel during Easton’s wedding that day!”

After hearing what Stanley said, there was nothing Maryam could say despite her unwillingness.

Catherine remembered that she needed Severin’s help with Liberty City and could not help but say to Diane, “Diane, you’re back! Shouldn’t you be introducing your man to us?”

Many years have pa*sed since Diane was kicked out of the house, and although she did feel that her grandmother had crossed the line back then, she could not say that she hated the old lady either. After all, the only reason she got wasted and slept with Severin in a drunken encounter was because she did not want to marry Edward and ran away as a result. Therefore, she always felt that she was responsible for everything that happened after that, especially in terms of causing the Shanahans to lose their reputation in the past few years.

a smile and said,

“Hello, ma’am!”

“Hey there, Grandma!”

and his parents immediately greeted the old

and the rest

it, I do feel that I’ve crossed the line. I hope you won’t hold a grudge against me anymore. From now on, the Shanahans will be your second home, and whenever you have some free time, I hope you’ll come back

of surprise in Diane’s eyes, for she did not expect the stubborn old lady to take the initiative to apologize to her. Since her elder had already gone to such lengths to apologize to her, it was only right for her not to bear a grudge for what happened

then too. My stubbornness brought disgrace to the Shanahans. I can’t keep hating you, Grandma. You’re still my grandmother

At least you’re aware that you brought disgrace to the family!” Maryam, who was

old lady’s face soured in displeasure and she said to Maryam. “Perhaps you could go back to your villa for now, Maryam. I have

could only grit