A woman with a smug look
“I can’t wait to renovate this house,” she sighed happily and crossed her arms. “Everything is so ugly and old-fashioned.”
My face remained expressionless. I tried to think of anything of mine that might still be inside the house while I loaded my things into my car. It was a simple sedan, so I definitely needed another trip.
Hopefully, Madison would not mind if I stayed with her for a while. But while I was thinking about these things so I would not show emotion and fall apart again, I heard it: the rumble of a car stopping behind me.
A shocked-looking woman holding a box
I turned around, and there was Mr. Whitmore, Ethan’s grandfather, stepping out of a sleek black BMW. And he looked confused.
If there is one thing everyone in town knows, it is that Mr. Whitmore can be tough. He built a family fortune from nothing. Because of that, he had high expectations for his children and grandchildren.
At first, I thought it would be difficult to live in the family as a daughter-in-law because of him. But for reasons I never understood, he treated me amazingly well from the beginning. He loved me with his grandson.
An old man smiling