Chapter 297
“Sure.” I happily agreed.
Ramona glanced 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
without making a big deal about it.
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 my lap.
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 play 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 planned 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 melancholy, “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