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Chapter 15: Never bear again

Instead of lingering in the awkward atmosphere, Imogen tried to put their attention to something else. She grabbed the dish near the older Marshall man and served it to him.

“Look, Grandpa. You love sweet and sour eggplant, right? You should try this.”

Her action lifted the mood. “Our dear Imogen remembers your favorite! I’m jealous!” The old woman exclaimed.

“You’re still the same sweet lady,” Grandpa Marshall uttered and picked the chopsticks, smiling. “Unlike some heartless person there who only makes me angry. I think his purpose is to frustrate me to death.”

However, instead of saying anything, the labeled “ungrateful” Troy remained silent.

“Grandpa, don’t say that you’ll live a long life.”

Imogen’s life was pretty eventful. Her parents were divorced, and her father got custody. It was because her mother did not want her at all. So years following their split, she had never met her

Mom.

Growing up, she witnessed her father being so busy with work while she was living in her

grandparent’s house in the countryside. But a few years later, they passed away one after another, and she was taken by her father once again.

Her miseries did not stop there because, at 16, her father also left, and she was utterly alone. That was when the older Marshalls, her now grandparents, came into the picture. They gave her warmth and a home to come back to.

want to bear the pain of losing another loved one. That was why no one was very eager to pray that the older

except for Troy, the other three were exceptionally

ways to make the old man and the old lady happy. Looking at them from a third point of view, they

their faces.

of the maids went near Imogen. “Miss Forbes’s

meal, Imogen accompanied Troy’s

gain good playing skills, and surprisingly, she made rapid progress. Even Grandpa Marshall himself dared not take her lightly as an

way! You’re playing

the Marshalls apologetically

the end, they saw themselves laughing because of how

going.

on you, Imogen. I haven’t dropped the chess yet.” The old man rightfully squeezed the

you sure you’re placing

glanced at Imogen, hesitated momentarily,

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Never bear

the black spot in her hand and laughed

threw Imogen’s black one back into the box. “No, no, no, that doesn’t count. I

looked at the energetic Imogen and then peeked at the mischievous old man with a slight smile on his

looking at his grandfather now, it seemed

pointed at Troy and proclaimed,

when the older man glanced over, and the

at me? Why don’t you go to pour water for