The Woman From Hell

Sylvester looked nervous at my refusal. He stared at me as if I would disappear in the blink of an eye.

I felt a little bit embarrassed at how he was staring at me and coughed a few times. "Uhm, Mr. Yard, if there's no " "There's more," Sylvester said before I could finish.

I could only swallow the rest of my words. He was still an investor in Green Orange, so I could not offend him.

I smiled. "Do go on."

He let out a long sigh before saying, "Wanda, you should think about this again. Grandfather is getting old, and his health hasn't been good the past few years. He'd be delighted if he could see you.

Hearing this, I wondered if he was trying to appeal to my sympathy to get me to agree with him.

Shaking my head, I looked at Sylvester and smiled. "He's not in good health, which makes it even harder for me to see him. Think about it. He'll recall the past again if he sees me. He'll become too sad, and that will cause him to get sick. What should I do if his condition gets worse? I can't bear that responsibility." I waved my hands multiple times, afraid that I would invite the flames of trouble onto myself.

"Regardless, we're also your relatives. You..."

"Mr. Yard, we are people who have never met. Even if we're of the same bloodline, we might not have affection for one another. But deep affection can be formed through the kindness shown during one's upbringing and accompaniment through the many days and nights even if there is no blood relationship. I trust you understand this." I smiled slightly. I was already being very polite to him.

Hearing this, Sylvester lowered his gaze. "I didn't expect this to be the result after going through so much to find you." His words were tinged with sadness.

He must be feeling some loss.

this now. Tell the old man that I don't want to go back.

At least you're very happy now." Sylvester looked at

my

a feeling that could only be felt

I

slowly. "The greatest blessing is when

to leave tomorrow. Do you want to see

That was fast.

such a hurry

glanced at the cup on the table, filled it, and slowly

meal

today as a farewell feast. To your safe

landed on me. The corners of his mouth curled slightly. He lifted the cup in front of

our meal, we

in his pockets and signaled to the car in the front. "Shall I send

came by car," I

nodded. "Well then, I'll

waved to