"Alright," I agreed.


    Madam Shaw looked at Frank, "Frank, go have breakfast in the dining room. After you''re done, bring a portion for Ms. Wilson.” "Sure." Frank nced at us with suspicion but said nothing more and headed towards the dining room in a casual manner.


    I thought Madam Shaw was going to take me to the wardrobe, but instead, her warm hand suddenly grabbed mine. "Come, sit."


    "Alright."


    A bit flustered by the attention, I sat down and didn''t dare move my hand.


    I realized I had never met my grandparents or great-grandparents. I don''t remember if they didn''t like me or if something else was the reason.


    Madam Shaw''s aging face reflected nostalgia as she held my hand a bit tighter. "After seeing you


    yesterday, I dreamed about my little granddaughterst night. She kept wanting to y with you, it seems she really likes you."


    She smiled. "I woke up in the middle of the night, wondering if she hoped I would take good care of you."


    I was touched and softly said, "Madam Shaw, you must have been thinking about it during the day, and it came into your dreams."


    How


    about you call me ''Grandma'' just like Frank sometimes do?" Madam Shaw tentatively suggested.


    I was slightly taken aback.


    I had sensed the difference between Madam Shaw and Mrs. Shaw yesterday. But I didn''t expect the difference to be so significant.


    I originally didn''t want to get too close to the Shaw family, but seeing Madam Shaw''s hopeful eyes made it hard to refuse.


    Fortunately, I usually live in Jston, so I won''t have much interaction with Madam Shaw.


    In the end, I obediently agreed, "Alright, Grandma."


    "Yes!" Madam Shaw responded happily and suddenly asked, "Yesterday you mentioned that you took over your parents'' clothing brand?"


    "Yes.


    I nodded. "It was a brand they started before they passed away, and it has been neglected for many years...


    Madam Shaw''s expression was filled with pity, "Your parents... have passed away?"N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    "Yes." I lowered my eyes and spoke with some mncholy, "They passed away when I was eight, due to concerns for my safety."


    Mentioning this made my voice tremble slightly.


    "It''s clear they loved you very much."


    Madam Shaw patted my hand. No wonder my little granddaughter likes you. You both are unfortunate children, losing your parents at a young age, and didn''t enjoy much happiness." "It''s nothing, Grandma..."


    As I spoke, a spoiled and arrogant voice suddenly came from behind, "Charlotte, what do you think you''re doing? This is my Grandma, not yours!"


    My back stiffened as I recognized the voice of Bethany


    Madam Shaw''s expression soured, and she didn''t even nce at Bethany. "Who allowed you toe here?"


    "Grandma!" Bethany pouted, leading someone closer. "I''ve recently started dating a boyfriend, and I brought him here so you could take a look!"


    My eyes flicked to the tall and imposing man beside her, and I gripped my palm tightly.


    I should have known better. I shouldn''t havee today no matter what.


    Ryan, dressed in an air of cold elegance, remainedposed and humble even in front of Madam Shaw. Madam Shaw, I''m Ryan, Bethany''s boyfriend." His demeanor as a prospective grandson-inw was impably performed.


    I


    I silently pulled at the corners of my mouth, feeling a sense of irony.


    Madam Shaw still held my hand and maintained her elder''s demeanor. "I heard that you just got divorced?