<b>Chapter </b><b>343</b>
“Sure.”
I obediently made <b>my </b><b>way </b>over <b>and </b>nibbled on some fruits and cheese, managing a smile towards the grandmotherly figure <b>before </b>me<b>. </b>feeling an inexplicable sense of reluctance to leave, <b>yet </b>found myself saying, “Ramona, <b>I’ve </b><b>troubled </b><b>you </b>these past few days. I’ll <b>be </b><b>heading </b><b>back </b><b>to </b>RiverCity soon. Let <b>me </b><b>wish </b><b>you a </b>merry Christmas and all the best for the New <b>Year </b>in advance.”
“<b>Why </b><b>the </b>hurry <b>to </b><b>leave</b><b>? </b>Weren’t <b>you </b>supposed <b>to </b>help Greg with…”
“He<b>…” </b><b>I </b>reined in my emotions, saying<b>, </b><b>“</b><b>He </b><b>probably </b><b>won’t </b>need my help anymore.”
His true <b>love</b>, the one who lights up his world, must be on her way back to him<b>.</b>
“What <b>do </b>you mean? Just because he doesn’t need your help<b>, </b>you’re going to forget about this olddy?”
She feigned anger, <b>“</b>I was looking forward to finally having someone close to keep mepany during the holidays, and <b>now </b><b>you’re </b>leaving? Stay here for the holidays, keep this olddypany<b>!</b>”
“Ramona…”
Seeing her like this stirred something in me. But I also knew that staying <b>any </b>longer just wouldn’t be right.
She took my hand, <b>still </b>trying to persuade me<b>, </b>“If you go back, you’ll be <b>on </b><b>your </b>own<b>. </b>Just listen <b>to </b>me and stay…”
<b>“</b>Grandma!<b>”</b>
Suddenly, an imperious voice broke the moment, as Dorothy and her parents made their appearance.
She strode over in her boots, clomping all the way to Ramona’s side, “Grandma, if Jane wants to leave, let her go. After all, soon enough, you won’t have time for her anyway!”
Ramona shot a displeased look towards Dorothy’s parents, “Look at what you’ve raised! No manners whatsoever!”All content is ? N0velDrama.Org.
Susan’s face darkened, nudging her husband with her elbow.
Mr. Myers, caught between his mother and wife, yed the peacemaker, “Mom, it’s the holidays. Why must you…”
“What have I done?”
Ramona was clearly unhappy, her tone icy, “I’ve said it years ago, during the holidays, we each mind our own. I don’t bother <b>you</b>, and you don’t disturb my peace!”
“Grandma!” Dorothy, already embarrassed from the scolding, pouted. “You might dislike me, but would you really <b>feel </b>the same about your own granddaughter?”
Ramona’s expression turned stem, “What nonsense are you spouting?”
“I’m saying…” Dorothy yed coy, offering a cold smirk my way before continuing, “your real granddaughter will be back soon. Once she returns, you won’t have any time for Jane here anyway!*
“Where did you hear such a thing?”
Ramona, visibly excited and flushed, stood up with the help of her sofa!
Richard and Susan also showed shock, with Susan grabbing Dorothy’s arm<b>, </b>eagerly pressing. “Is it true? Has Lilliana been found<b>?!</b><b>”</b>
Seeing everyone’s excitement, Dorothy clenched her fist, aplex look crossing her face before she spoke with a smile, “Yes! See it.”
With that, she ced the morning’s newspaper on the <b>coffee </b>table.
I caught a glimpse of the bold headline – Gregory Ford Reunites with Long–Lost Fiancée.
The apanying photos included one showing a woman about to throw herself into Gregory’s arms, her gaze timid.
Anyone would feel a surge of protectiveness seeing it.
The second photo, however, was of Gregory <b>blocking </b>her advance.
Ramona put on her reading sses, nced at the newspaper, and huffed, “That’s not my Lilliana! Just the media stirring up nonsense again<b>!</b><b>”</b>
“You don’t believe it?” Dorothy <b>smirked</b>. Then <b>we’ll </b>just have to wait for the DNA test. That’ll clear everything up.”
Ordinarily, finding Lilliana should have irked her.
Yet, she seemed indifferent, almost happy for the Myers family.
Susan nced at the photos, then turned <b>to </b>me with <b>a </b>host’s <b>grace</b>, <b>“</b><b>Ms. </b>Webster, would you prefer <b>to </b>leave now orter? I’ll arrange <b>for </b>the driver to take you”
The dismissal couldn’t <b>have </b>been more clear–cut