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I know you hate me, but I hope we can start to treat each other like family again. "Grandma?" Jane rolled her eyes and laughed softly. "Do you mean it? I thought you didn't want this woman to be a part of our family again?" Grandma sighed and said, "Lucy, I know I did a lot of bad things to you in the past. However, I am not willing to risk losing another Hansley. Lucy, I already lost your dad, and I don't want to lose you too. You are still my granddaughter. And if I was being rude to you, I'm sorry."

My face flushed with embarrassment, and I turned to look at my grandmother, who was staring at me with a smile. "Lucas," my grandmother called. "Yes, Grandma," Lucas replied, his eyes fixed on her. "Please take good care of my her, my granddaughter here, you can see for yourself that she lost her mother at a young age, she is a strong and amazing soul, as I previously stated, I want you to care for her as you would care of your mother," Grandma said, and I turned to look at Lucas, and all the smiles on his face vanished Instantly

Chancer replied without a hint of softness. Lucy lay back on the bed. Even though her head was spinning, the pain of hearing her mother’s words cut deeper than anything else. They truly cared more about Charlotte and the baby she was carrying than they did about her. Clinging to a shred of hope, she asked, “What about Grandpa? What does he think?” In her mind, her grandfather had always been righteous and principled, someone who understood right from wrong. He would never force her to take the fall for Charlotte just because of the baby.

Unlike Victor, who had a frown on his face, Lucy's face was pale. She had been crying ever since she found out that Brianna had run away with her precious grandson. “I hope my grandson has returned to us. That wicked Brianna. If I ever get my hands on her, I will ruin her life more than it already is”. She clenched her fists as she muttered. Her voice wasn't loud because she was too weak to speak out loudly.

When Heidi called him again, he hung up. He leaned against the back of the chair and felt disappointment. Only now did he understand why his cousin did not like his grandmother. His grandmother's upbringing had ruined his own sister’s life, so he couldn't believe in his grandmother anymore and let her destroy his life. At night, at the Lakeview Apartment… Lucy was playing with her phone on the couch. Just when she was debating if she should send a message to Hector and ask if he had left work or not, the doorbell rang. She sprang up and went to answer the door.

Grandma Lucy has been here for two days now, settling in, and she has just now said she was ready to talk to Vivian about her mom and great-aunt. I can understand her hesitation, especially since she lost not just her sister, but her daughter too, because of my father’s influence. It’s probably still raw for her, and the fact her granddaughter, who she has raised since birth, is now mated to me can’t be helping with her raw emotions.

) She actually ate three square meals. Grandma Lucy felt grateful to Jane and in her heart wished she won't have to go back any more. Jane could be their gate way out of hunger while Jaden thrives to survive and at least save a little. After all, she was the daughter of the almighty Jack hollow. She should have some few dollars in her account.

And then she turned and played with the kids once again. “Interesting,” Elder Katarin said making me turn my focus on her. I didn’t know that I was frowning at her until the other woman spoke. “We aren’t your enemies,” my father’s Aunt whispered, “My name is Aurora and I am technically your grandmother, the sister of your father’s father. And this is Elder Katarin, she is one of your father’s great advisors.”

"Lydiasa, you and my grandmother were closer than siblings! I know if she were alive, she’d protect me! I’ve always treated you like my own blood! She's already claiming the pup is Andrew's, and still you want to drag her to the OR? You crazy old bat!" "Don’t you dare bring up your grandmother. She was the epitome of integrity, pure as the first snow. If she knew her own blood was out here wrecking homes and lying about legacies, she’d break your legs herself! Since you say I’m like a grandmother to you, let me teach you the lesson she would have!"

Her every word meant to doom Tyr to hell. This old woman had a heart of stone. Draco, who was on the sidelines, listened in on the conversation between mother and grandson and felt as though a knife had been cut through his heart. They were of the same flesh and blood. Why was this old woman so eccentric? “Kirin, Grandma supports you in your pursuit of Tyr Summers. If you don’t have enough manpower, Grandma can lend Grandpa Yarn to you.” The ‘Grandpa Yarn’ that Gladys spoke of was obviously the top fighter of the north.