"You're really clever, huh? Do you think I'm lying to you?" The old lady tapped Rosalie's forehead lightly with her finger. "Alright, I'll show you."She turned to the butler. "Bring me my medical report."Soon, the butler came over with a report in hand. Rosalie stood up, took the report, and carefully reviewed it. After she finished reading it, Theodore also took a look. The metrics were not much different from the ones from the last check-up."See?" Rebecca pretended to be upset. "I'm not lying! You really thought I was making it up.""Grandma," Theodore said, noticing something in the data. "Your blood pressure is a bit low.""Really?" Rosalie didn't catch that. "Where does it show?"Theodore pointed to a set of numbers on the report. "It really is, Grandma. Your blood pressure is a bit low," Rosalie repeated, feeling worried.Rebecca reassured them, "I know. The doctor mentioned it too, but I'm not too far off. It's no big deal. At my age, it's normal to have these kinds
Rosalie didn't want to lie to Rebecca, but she couldn’t tell her grandmother the truth about how badly she and Theodore were getting along. It would sadden Rebecca.“That’s good, then.” Rebecca lowered her head slightly, sadness flickering in her eyes. She knew that regardless of how well Rosalie and Theodore were getting along, she couldn't change the fact that they were divorced.“Yes, Grandma,” Theodore said. “Don’t worry. No matter what happens to Rose, I will always help her.”Theodore wasn’t just saying this to comfort Rebecca. He really meant it.Rosalie was taken aback, and turned to look at Theodore. She suddenly recalled all the chaos they had gone through. It was hard to imagine they could have such a calm and harmonious moment. She didn’t know how long this peace would last, but at least they weren’t fighting like before.“Theo.” Rebecca held his hand. “I trust that you’ll do what you say, but helping her is one thing. Bullying her is another. No matter what happens, d
All of a sudden, Theodore placed a chicken drumstick on Rosalie’s plate. Rosalie quickly said, "I'm full."Theodore looked up and met her eyes. Rosalie's heart trembled, but she immediately looked away. Rebecca smiled at them without saying anything.Soon, Theodore took the drumstick from Rosalie’s plate and ate it himself, as if saying, "If you won't eat it, I will."Rosalie sighed in relief, feeling this was better than being forced to eat. She disliked those forced gestures of hospitality where people insisted you eat or drink even if you didn’t want to, making you seem rude if you refused.At the very least, Theodore had stopped adhering to that awkward social norm.Rebecca suddenly remembered something, and said, "By the way, I need both of you to help me with something.""What is it, Grandma? Just tell us," Rosalie said."I have an old friend whose granddaughter is getting married. She invited me to the wedding, but I've been feeling a bit tired and don’t want to go. It
"Grandma, I need to use the restroom." Rosalie put down her cutlery, and stood up to leave.After Rosalie left, Rebecca turned to Theodore. "Why are you sitting there like you’re mute? You should’ve said something!"Theodore smiled bitterly. "What could I say? Even if I agreed, Rose might not. She doesn’t want to be close to me, so even pretending will be stressful for her."That was why he hadn’t said anything. No matter what he said, it would only make her uncomfortable. He didn’t mind telling Rebecca, because he knew she understood deep down. Hiding it only give everyone more pressure.Rebecca sighed. This was exactly what she had expected. "Rose treating you this way now is your own fault. You lost a good wife, just like your father. Why don’t you ever learn?""I don’t know why. Maybe it’s human nature. We know it’s wrong, but we do it anyway. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many wars," Theodore replied helplessly.Rebecca shook her head in resignation. "I’m tired of reprim
“What’s the problem?”“I…” Theodore didn’t want to tell his grandmother that Rosalie was already married. Just as he was thinking of an excuse, his phone dinged. He took it out, and saw a message from Rosalie. [Please come to the restroom, thanks.]He put his phone back in his pocket. “Grandma, I need to use the restroom.”Theodore left the dining room and headed to the restroom. When he got there, Rosalie opened the door for him, pulled him inside, and shut the door with a bang.He waved his phone in front of her. “You're being very polite.”Rosalie had sent him a message with "please" and "thanks," speaking to him as if he were a stranger.“What do you want? Do you want me to speak rudely to you?” Rosalie asked.“I’d rather you be rude and curse at me.”She frowned. “Do you really want me to curse at you that much?”“Yes, I’d prefer that to you being polite. Your courteous attitude makes me uneasy.”The more polite she was, the further away she seemed. He’d rather she hit
“Why do you think I wouldn’t agree?” Theodore asked.“It’s not that I think you wouldn’t agree. It’s that I don’t know if you would, so I wanted to ask you privately,” Rosalie explained.“You’re very cautious. Can I take this to mean you care about my feelings? Otherwise, you could have just said that since she’s my grandmother, it’s my responsibility to fulfill her wish.”“Don’t misunderstand. It has nothing to do with caring about your feelings. I just think it’s a matter of courtesy. We’re divorced, and things aren’t the same as before. Besides, visiting your grandmother is a responsibility, but you’re not obligated to fulfill her competitive desires. You can refuse, and that doesn’t make you a bad grandson,” she retorted calmly.“So, you think Grandma shouldn’t compare us to others?”“It doesn't matter. It has already happened. I understand her feelings, so if I have the ability to fulfill her wish, I’m willing to do it.”“Aren’t you afraid that she might demand more in the f
Seeing Rosalie's wary expression, Theodore scoffed. “Are you afraid I’ll press you against the wall and kiss you? Then you shouldn’t have called me here.”Rosalie lowered her gaze. “I hope you don’t do such things here.”“Not here?” Theodore smirked. “You mean I can do it somewhere else?”Rosalie frowned. “Stop joking. Let’s go out.”Considering what he had done before, she knew he was capable of such actions. More importantly, she had texted him to come here. If he really did kiss her, it would be hard for her to defend herself.“I have a question for you.”“What?” Rosalie asked.“You’re worried about Grandma, and so am I. She says she’s fine, but we don’t believe it without seeing her medical report. Now I’m worried about you. When was your last check-up?”Rosalie felt a stab of pain in her heart. “Didn’t you take me for a check-up before our divorce? You already know everything, didn’t you?”Fortunately, Stephanie had helped her. Otherwise, she would have been exposed.“Yo
“I don’t know,” Rosalie said, looking at him sadly. “I only know that if you hurt him, it’s the same as hurting me.”Theodore couldn’t help but clench his fists. Indeed, Rosalie and Sebastian were married now. Hurting either one of them meant hurting the other.He wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat. What could they reach an agreement on in the restroom, and with Rebecca outside? It would just end badly. The more he spoke, the more mistakes he would make.He sighed and turned, opening the door of the restroom to leave.Rosalie stood there for a long time. Her heart ached painfully. After quietly wiping away the tears from the corner of her eyes and regaining her composure, she made her way back.Rebecca was ecstatic to hear that Rosalie and Theodore had agreed to attend the wedding as a married couple.“You’re such good children. Thank you for indulging my vanity. I feel a bit guilty. I promise I won’t compare anymore next time. At my age, being vain i