Mary Bailey Grandmother Novels & Stories

“Nate? Even you? Nate, you know me better than that. You... you…” But she couldn’t finish the statement. Before she could say another word, Grandmother Hayes, who had since been trembling with a new wave of rage after the doctor's news, stormed toward her like a storm in green silk. Her voice rose in a hiss of pure hostility. “Oh, I see your plan has succeeded now!” she spat. “Why not start dancing now, lady? Dance! Jump for joy! The same you who couldn’t give my grandson even a miscarriage…now..now you came back to take the only one he had? Our only heir?”

curious. I was about to throw the question back to him when my mother walked in, making the air feel so thick and choked. It didn't even help that my grandmother had to cough awkwardly, yelling "What's in the air? Is it L?" Good thing Jordan didn't pick up on the joke. That woman had a degree in embarrassing me. She was lucky I loved her or else, I would've sold her ass a long time ago. "From Jordan?" Bailey had a big bright smile on her face, dropping it on the bed where I laid. "Open it or I will."

The maid said hiding herself in between the pillar in the hallway. She leaned against the pillar and her eyes seemed deserted. “Thanks for the information, Abbey. I will be right there ” The phone call immediately disconnected and Paige sighed out. She shook her head and yawned her tiredness and frustration out. That two pests couldn't at least be fair to her in some cases. Her grandmother? That evil one! Paige reminisced a few years of hatred she received from her grandmother. After her parent's death, she became a slave in her own father's mansion and not enough, her blood grandmother, lashed harshly at her every single time.

At the foyer, they were welcomed by the gorgeous matriarch, Helena Alcantara-Greyson together with her honourable spouse and a retired pilot, Raskov Greyson. Even though Chloe anticipated this confrontation to happen, still, she felt highkey uneasy right now. Her heart hammered inside her chest, yet she concocted to show her holiest, courteous smile to her in-laws. The word seemed foreign to her ears for it was her first to be addressed as a wife. For the umpteenth time, she reminded herself to dance to the tune, serve her purpose and keep her acting one hundred. "Welcome home, hijo," Helena hugged her son instantly. "We missed you bigtime, Bubu bear."

Yet now, it felt as if every one of my efforts had been turned into some cruel joke. In that instant, fragments of my past life surged back, replaying themselves before my very eyes. It felt as though a pair of invisible hands was dragging my entire family toward the same abyss once more. Watching Sarah's figure disappear into the distance, I felt compelled to chase after her and beg for forgiveness. However, once again, Mia's voice cut through the moment. "Grandma, you're so annoying! Why can't you just leave Mommy alone? She hates you right now. If you keep bothering her, she might actually kill herself."

"My grandmother used to tell stories about the old days, when people understood that the world contained more than what they could see in daylight. Eleanor helped us remember that some traditions shouldn't be forgotten, even when modern times make them seem like superstition." Before Iris could respond, a young woman emerged from the church, carrying a small child who couldn't have been more than two years old. Both mother and child possessed the pale, ethereal beauty that seemed common in Millbrook, though the woman's eyes held shadows that spoke of recent loss. "Mary," Sarah called softly. "Come meet Eleanor's granddaughter." Mary approached with the careful movements of someone who had le

She only hoped Sarah and Evelyn would finally learn the meaning of gratitude. Grandma Martha nodded. "Yes, in just a few days." The old woman then asked about the "Basement Incident." Since it involved Xavier's private family matters, Chloe found it inappropriate to share the details. She simply said it was a child being kept by Old Mrs. Miller, someone who was mentally impaired and quite pitiable. Her grandparents were sharp people; they picked up on Chloe’s evasiveness and didn't press further. As long as the situation didn't pose a physical threat to Chloe, they were relieved.

Mia couldn't ignore the allure of Timothy's impressive physique; the sensation under her touch spoke volumes. "Mommy, why is your face all red?" At Ginger's question, Mia quickly lowered her hand. "It's probably because I hurried up the stairs just now. Oh, and Ginger, please disregard what that lady said earlier." "Mommy, is she Daddy's mom?" Mia nodded and replied, "Yes, according to your bloodline, Mrs. Barrett is your grandmother." "But she doesn't seem to like me." Children indeed had a knack for picking up on such nuances.

Eunice smiled and said lightheartedly, "Why haven't you broken the habit if you know it's bad, Mr. Moore Senior? I remember you promising me you would. Bailey told me you're still doing it, you know." Bailey chimed in, "Exactly. Grandpa is nothing but a kid who refuses to listen to us whenever we tell him to change. I heard from Mom that he only controlled himself a little when you were around, Eunie. After that, he turned a deaf ear to everyone's advice." Cynthia, who was seated on a couch nearby, naturally kept the conversation going. Her words were directed at Bailey, though. "That was out of line, you brat. How could you call your grandfather a kid?"

Mohan and Monet helped her to the middle table together, and Mary Kinson and Whit Ben were also standing downstairs waiting for Grandmother Mo to speak. Mary Kinson's gaze slowly fell on her, as if she could see Grandma's figure in the countryside through Mo Grandma. Grandma's body in the countryside has always been very tough because she usually does the farm work alone, so her spirits are somewhat similar. Unfortunately... the pain is always so sudden. Just when Mary Kinson thought her grandmother would live a long life , she fell gravely ill without signs and died after only a few months. All the excitement and joy around her has nothing to do with her anymore. She misses her grandmother