Win Her Back

Sheryl raised her hand and gently stroked the person on the painting. Her mood was very complicated. It could be seen that
grandpa loved her aunt very much. How could he become like this now?
Her name had become a taboo, let alone everything related to her.
"Grandpa, what are you thinking about?"
Sheryl sighed slowly and sat on the ground along the wall. Her mind was in a mess. Although her grandpa didn't mention it, he
was thinking about it in his heart, which made her confused.
"What are you doing here?"
A low voice came from behind. Sheryl paused and turned around timidly. She looked into grandfather's deep eyes and was
frightened.
At a loss, she grasped the hem of her clothes and came up with a solution quickly.
It was all her fault that she was so absorbed in it that she didn't even notice that someone was coming.
"Don't touch that painting!"
Edmund squinted his eyes, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes. He snapped to stop Sheryl. That was the only thought left by her,
and he must not damage it!
Frightened by Edmund, Sheryl shivered away from the painting and plucked up the courage to observe him from the corner of
her eyes, feeling sad.
"Grandpa, since you miss aunt so much, why don't you go to see her?"
"Shut up! Don't mention that unfilial daughter!"
With his eyes wide open, Edmund's face turned red and he shouted excitedly. He would never forgive his daughter in his life.
"Sheryl, you should not come here. Get out!"
"Grandpa!"

Unwilling to give up, Sheryl struggled for the last time. She didn't believe that her grandfather would be so cruel to her aunt. He
must love her so much because this place had been carefully preserved.
"Grandpa, don't you regret it? It has been more than 20 years. Can't you let go of the knot in your heart? Have you ever thought
that aunt is still alive?"
The secret that had been squeezing her heart for so many years made her feel uneasy. She was excited, tears sliding down her
cheeks, and she roared.
Edmund's mind went blank for a moment. He clenched the crutch in his hand and his face turned gray. This was what he feared
most. No matter what Rosemary had done, she was always his beloved little daughter.
"You... What do you mean?"
He said slowly in a hoarse voice. His body trembled slightly, but he had always been a determined man. How could anyone
easily see through his fear?
He just gritted his teeth, trying to control his dizziness and stood still. The face carved by time was obscure, and his eyes were
so deep that no one could see his true emotions.
Sheryl covered her mouth and shook her head regretfully. Leo didn't tell grandpa everything because he was afraid that his
condition would get worse because he couldn't accept it. What did she do just now?!
"No, I didn't say anything! Grandpa, you just took the medicine and it worked. Did you hear it wrong?"
Sheryl's eyes wandered away and slowly found an excuse. She didn't know how to express her inner thoughts. She was so
scared that she wanted to escape.
Her grandfather's eyes were so horrible, as if he was going to swallow her alive.
"Oh, by the way, I suddenly remember that I have something to deal with in the company. I have to go now, grandfather!"
Before Edmund lost his temper, Sheryl ran away as fast as she could. She doesn't want to be caught by her grandfather.
Although she won't be tortured, she can't bear his eyes.
"Sheryl!"

Edmund threw the crutch in his hand hard and shouted. His old body was trembling slightly, and a trace of sadness flashed
through his eyes.
'No, my daughter must be fine.'
Although Sheryl tried her best to escape, she still habitually stopped. She frowned with chagrin, took a deep breath, gathered up
her courage, turned around and lowered her head slightly.
"Grandpa, I really don't know anything!"
With a gleam shining in his eyes, Edmund's crutch made a sound on the ground. He slowly approached Sheryl with a strong
aura, which made people tremble with fear.
He had been in the business world for many years, so his aura was naturally incomparable. Although he had retired, few people
could bear it.
"Sheryl, although I am old, I'm not stupid at all. If you didn't know what happened just now, how could you say something like
that?"
Edmund sneered and looked at Sheryl. He walked slowly to the desk and sat down. The words of Rosemary in front of him stung
his eyes.
He hid all the complex emotions in his heart and took a deep breath.
"I know I'm stubborn and inhuman among you young people. But you don't understand it at all!
Rosemary was a talented girl, and she looked like her mother most. I love her more than the eldest son. And she is the most
promising one. If it weren't for that man, she must be shining like stars now!"
Sheryl's heart ached when she heard her grandfather's words. Her eyes were moist and her fingertips were entangled tightly.
She didn't know what to say.
Although she didn't quite understand grandpa's mood, she was deeply touched by his calm narration.
"Grandpa, have you ever thought about finding my aunt back?"
"Find her back?"

Edmund raised his eyebrows, as if he had heard something funny. A trace of loneliness flashed across his resolute face. He
looked at the handwriting on the table.
"That girl resembles me so much. Once she is determined, she will never look back. I went to see her as soon as she left, but
she refused to come back!"
"And then? Has grandpa never been there again?"
Sheryl asked carefully, frowning. She had never heard it from her grandfather, so she was a little nervous.
Edmund sighed and his eyes darkened. He rubbed his crutch, lost in thought. He was heartbroken for his daughter.
"Never been there? Huh! I don't know if others have looked for her, but I have looked for her many times. Maybe she moved out
because she found me annoying."
"Move out?"
Sheryl frowned and could imagine how shocked her grandfather would be when he knew this.
"My daughter resembles me too much. I haven't seen her since she moved. I also forbade my family to look for her and let her
live a carefree life."
With a gloomy face, Edmund looked a little cold. His fingertips gently swept across the rows of writing brush on the table and he
slightly narrowed his eyes.