“Sure.” I happily agreed.


    Ramona nced toward Gregory. “Greg, why don’t you head to the dining


    room for breakfast? And grab a bite for Ms. Webster, will you?”


    “Got it.” Gregory shot us a dubious look but headed toward the dining room


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    As I thought Ramona would lead me to her dressing room, her warm hand


    suddenly grasped mine. “Here, have a seat.”


    “Okay.” I was pleasantly surprised and sat down, my hands resting awkwardly


    in myp.


    I couldn’t recall ever meeting my grandparents. Whether they didn’t care for


    me or, for some other reason, I didn’t remember a thing.


    A look of longing appeared on Ramona’s aged face as she gripped my hand


    tighter. “You know, after seeing you yesterday, I dreamt of my granddaughter,


    Lily. That girl, she was fussing about wanting to y with you. She seemed


    quite fond of you.” Ramona smiled gently. “I woke up in the middle of the


    night, wondering if it was her way of telling me to look after you a bit.”


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    Her words moved me, and I softly said, “Maybe it’s just because you had her


    on your mind, Ramona.”


    “How would you feel about getting close to me like Greg does?” Ramona


    asked tentatively.


    I was stunned. I had sensed the difference between Ramona and Susan but


    hadn’t expected such a stark contrast.


    Initially, I had nned to keep my distance from the Myers family, but faced


    with Ramona’s hopeful gaze, I found myself unable to refuse.


    Thankfully, I spent most of my days in RiverCity, so I wouldn’t have to interact


    with Ramona too often. Finally, I obediently agreed, “Okay, Ramona.”


    “Oh!” Ramona responded joyfully and suddenly inquired, “Heard you


    mentioning yesterday that you’ve taken over your parents’ clothing brand?”


    “Yes.” I nodded, “They started it before they passed away, but it’s been


    neglected for many years.”


    Ramona’s expression tightened with sympathy. “Your parents… they passed


    away?”


    “Yeah.” My gaze fell, and I spoke with mncholy, “They died when I was


    eight, trying to ensure my safety.”


    Mentioning that made my voice choke up a bit.


    I stiffened, recognizing Dorothy’s voice