Chapter 193 I Want to Marry Him

"Grandma, it's my responsibility. I feel like I've fallen short as a mother. I'll talk to Rosa right away," Joyce uttered.

Priscilla sighed disapprovingly and added, "You know you could've done better, right? Remember, if you can't handle it, someone else will."

Joyce nodded, her humility evident. "I understand, Grandma. I promise to make amends."

Priscilla, with her trademark blend of criticism and kindness, remarked, "I was just offering some advice. There's no need to get all worked up. By the way, didn't Rosa want to talk with you?"

Joyce left the chapel, visibly upset, and made her way home.

"Rosa, could you please come out here for a moment?" Joyce exclaimed from outside Rosa's room.

Startled, Rosa, who was holding a bag of potato chips, opened the door. She asked, "Mom, why are you shouting like that? You scared me, you know?"

Looking stern, Joyce led Rosa into her room.

"I've told you this before, haven't I?" Joyce asserted with a serious tone. "When your great-grandma