In the grand living room of the McAdams Manor. "Aria, are you sure you want to marry Hansen?" Earl asked, frowning at Aria, who was sitting on the opposite couch. He was gripping a newspaper in his hand, and his face was as pale as a ghost. "Dad, I love him. I must marry him." Aria's eyes were red and swollen. She replied with certainty, "Dad, I have been with him for so many years. We have so many memories together and I love him. Why can't I marry him? Where else would I be able to find such a good husband like him in A city?" Aria was in denial, and was deeply unhappy. She was determined to make Hansen her husband no matter what. "Alas." Earl shook his head, sighed. Then he said as he handed the newspaper to Aria., "You better take a good look at this for yourself. It's your decision after all. Don't blame me for not giving you a head's up." After Aria took the newspaper and looked at it, she said casually, "Dad, I know about this. The paparazzi have be
"Old Madam, it's time to take your medicine," Meroy came over with a small capful of medicine and a glass of warm water, reminding her in a low voice. She knew that Old Madam was just resting her eyes and she could hear whatever that was going on. Grandma Richards opened her slightly cloudy eyes and sighed, "It's fine even if I don't take this medicine. I know I don't have much time left. However, I am still a little worried. I'm old and fine with death, but there are some things that I cannot let go of." She said it in sorrow. Tears were running down her face. Meroy, who had been by the Old Madam's side for a long time, knew what she was worried about. She comforted her in a soft voice, "Old Madam, you're a very lucky person. Everything will be fine. Don't worry too much. Your health is the most important thing right now." A gentle breeze swept across Grandma Richard's silver hair, blowing strands across her forehead. She, who had always loved dressing up, just
At this time, the chandelier in the living room was turned on and the place was brightly lit. The front-row seat in the living room was empty. It was a large mahogany upholstered couch that had been Grandma Richards' seat. There were many masters and descendants of the Richards family sitting in the back row without any outsiders, not even Marissa's family or Claude's wives' families. Even when General Delia wanted to send Sabrina over, Grandma Richards turned him down. Since Trevor couldn't come, Claude would naturally be the master. He was sitting in the middle of the back seat, and both of his wives were sitting on either side of him. Trevor was the eldest among his siblings in the Richards family, but because Trevor was bedridden and in a vegetative state, and also because Marissa was a woman, she had to sit behind Claude. In their family, wives were valued by their husbands, and if their husbands were absent, they would naturally lose their positions in the famil
"Miss McAdams, Grandma Richards only wants to see Mayor McAdams. Please sit back down," Meroy's voice brought Hansen back from his daze. He looked up and realized that Aria intended to follow her father inside, but was politely stopped by Meroy. Aria's face darkened and she looked unhappy. She had no choice but to return to her seat and sit down next to Hansen. "Hansen, why does Grandma Richards want to see my father?" She smiled sweetly and asked in a low voice. Hansen glanced at Jenna as he shook his head and replied in a troubled state of mind, "I don't know." He really wanted to know what Grandma Richards had said to Jenna. He did not want Grandma Richards to change her liking for Jenna. He hoped that Grandma Richards would continue to love her. However, as he realized this, even he was taken aback by the feeling. He did not even bother to ponder over Aria's question. About 20 minutes later, Earl emerged from the bedroom. His expression was calm and al
Only Grandma Richards herself knew what was in her mind. Up until now, she still could not see how much Jenna loved her grandson. She heard that Jenna took a bullet for him. However, under the current situation, the reason why she came back to the Richards Group was very complicated. Her grandson was so excellent, and she did not want her grandson to find a woman who did not love him. There were things she had to observe more closely. She was Grandma Richards after all. How could she take the outsider's side? It was just that people did not understand her intentions. If Jenna really liked her grandson, she would fight for him. She wanted to see what she was going to do. She wanted them to discover their true feelings for each other. Of course, Grandma Richards had a hidden agenda, which was only clear to her and not to anyone else. According to the Richards family's tradition, Grandma Richards brought all the descendants of the Richards family, including Jenna, to pay
"Rayan, you're here," Hannah's eyes lit up and she shouted joyfully. Then she glanced at Jenna and seemed to have understood something. She suddenly said, "Ah, you guys are here on a date. Well, I won't be the third wheel. I'll give you two some privacy." Hannah said and winked at Jenna as she walked away with a smile. Jenna shook her head and smiled. "Jen, how have you been?" Rayan sat down and his eyes were full of concern. He suddenly reached out and took her hand in his, expressing his concern, anxiety, and thoughtfulness in his bright eyes. Jenna was shocked and wanted to withdraw her hand. Unexpectedly, Rayan tightened his grip on her hand, preventing her from pulling away. She had no choice but to allow him to hold her hand. Her eyes were filled with emotions. She giggled at him and said, "Brother Rayan, when will you be heading back?" "Why? Do you want to come with me?" Rayan's eyes lit up and he thought that was the reason why she asked him
"So, you don't care about me, huh? Very good," Hansen dragged Jenna back to their wedding room, threw her down on the bed, slammed the door shut, and said fiercely, "You are really a cold-blooded woman. You don't have any feelings for me? Let me ask you this, did you promise Grandma that you'll move back to the Richards Manor just so you can avoid me? What exactly did Grandma say to you?" "Hansen, it's not like that. It was a slip of the tongue. I didn't say anything to Grandma. No, she did not tell me anything. Didn't she announce to you guys what she told me?" Jenna said with a bitter face, trying to clarify herself. "Is that so? Looks like you're becoming more and more ill-behaved. It seems like you have not learned your lesson," Hansen's gaze was unamiable and he ignored her explanation. Rage seared through him as he stared at her with burning eyes. How dare this d*mned woman say that she didn't care about him? He was Mr. Richards after all, how was it possible fo
"Oh, Mom, why is that woman so thick-skinned? She and Hansen are already divorced and yet she still wants to move back to Richards Manor. Do you think she wants to remarry Hansen?" Aria was peeling an orange and with her nails painted red. She dug deep into the orange as she deftly peeled the flesh. "Here, Mom. Have some oranges," Marissa accepted one slice, placed it into her mouth, and swallowed it. She looked at Jenna with disdain and snorted, "She is still as unruly and uneducated as before. Oh Aria, if only she was half as sensible and considerate as you, then it would be great." It was obvious that Marissa was delighted that Aria had moved into the Richards Manor and kept her company. The formerly quiet and cold house finally felt warm and cozy and she loved the atmosphere very much. Jenna knew that it was pointless to argue with them. So, she just walked away. She just quietly walked straight into the kitchen to see if she could find something to eat.